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Basically, my bra which is a 32C and my boobs recently reached that size in mid summer 2010. As soon as I started college I’ve lost a little bit of weight and my breast don’t fit the bra anymore but I’m not a 32B because its too small. My bra lifts up all the time. I loosen the straps but then my boobs arnt in the bra because the straps are loose. I really don’t know.. Btw I gained weght in the summer and from the stress from college which started in september made me loose weight. Help!
CHAPTER 1
I woke with a start from another sleepless night at St. Lukes mental institution. As I peered out the barrred window into the wilderness, I wondered what malicious treatment and terrible medication that I would receive today.
Nurse Hildi rapped on my door as a sign for me to stick my opened palm out the slot and get my injection of “calming” medication. Immediatley after she stuck me with the needle, I felt relaxed and sluggish.
“Patient 99264, step away from the door and lay face down on the bed,” nurse Hildi screeched.
I knew the drill. Wake up, get injected, lay face down on the bed, she opens the door and hooks me up to an IV of “calming medication” that will be attatched to me all day until I am released to go to sleep. Then, all day terrible experiments would be performed on me.
Anyways, she hooked the IV up to my arm, then she sat me in a wheelchair. She then strapped my legs and arms to the chair with thick leather straps.
Nurse Hildi hooked the IV tube to a long pole extending upwards from my so called “chair of pain”
Let me try to explain to you what it is like to be on calming medication. When you first wake up in the morning you are extremely tired, correct? That is what all of us NP teen– NP standing for Not Processed– patients feel like – but we feel it all day. I personally think that they do this not for us to be relaxed during the treatments, but so we don’t try to run away.
Today at the institution, it was my turn to recieve treatment X4N19. All of the teens without the calming medication IV’s had already experienced the treatment. All I knew about it was that the older teens who’d had it done were forbidden to talk about it and that after you had the treatment, you dissappeared for a while.
Nurse Hildi hastily punched in the code on the door leading out of the Minimal Isolation Hallway. We traveled outside into the bright summer sunlight. It wouldn’t help for me to try and run away even if I could get the thick leather straps off. You see we all have a GPS chip in you shoulders.
My wheelchair screeched to a stop in front of Building E. I was wheeled in and taken to a back room that was all white. Even the freakin furniture was white.
Aman dressed all in white with a white apron on came into the room through a back door and had out in his a hand, a pair of scissors. He then started to cut off all of my precious locks of straight as a rod golden hair. He then proceede to take out a razor and shave off all of the little tufts of hair that he couldn’t get with the scissors.
I swear to God that I would have run like hell out of that place if I wasn’t so freakin weak. Sure, people have run away before, and every single time, they’ve been brought back. But, when they were put back in with the minimal isolation people, they seemed like they were changed or something. I really know how to explain it. It’s like they didn’t have a personality anymore. They were just, existing. They were just being there, not in spirit though. I sure as hell didn’t want that to happen to me!
Anyways, after my head had been shaved, nurse Hildi injected something into my IV, and all of a sudden I couldn’t move. I could feel, see, and vital things like that, I just couldn’t move. I wondered what she had given to me to make me feel like that. And the newbies thought they hated the calming medication. HA! They’re in for a suprise when they go for treatment X4N19.
Next, they whelled me into a room that looked like an operating room in hospita. A big, burly man came in and undid the straps on my wheelchair and lifted me up onto the operating table and put my IV on a special hook above the operating table.
I tried to make a gurgling sound with my throat, but all that came out was a soft moan. A doctor recognized that I was still awake and he said, “Oh, we know that you’re awake. You will also feel everything we do, but No One will hear you scream.
Then I heard it. I heard it before I saw it.
CHAPTER 1
I woke with a start from another sleepless night at St. Lukes mental institution. As I peered out the barrred window into the wilderness, I wondered what malicious treatment and terrible medication that I would receive today.
Nurse Hildi rapped on my door as a sign for me to stick my opened palm out the slot and get my injection of “calming” medication. Immediatley after she stuck me with the needle, I felt relaxed and sluggish.
“Patient 99264, step away from the door and lay face down on the bed,” nurse Hildi screeched.
I knew the drill. Wake up, get injected, lay face down on the bed, she opens the door and hooks me up to an IV of “calming medication” that will be attatched to me all day until I am released to go to sleep. Then, all day terrible experiments would be performed on me.
Anyways, she hooked the IV up to my arm, then she sat me in a wheelchair. She then strapped my legs and arms to the chair with thick leather straps.
Nurse Hildi hooked the IV tube to a long pole extending upwards from my so called “chair of pain”
Let me try to explain to you what it is like to be on calming medication. When you first wake up in the morning you are extremely tired, correct? That is what all of us NP teen– NP standing for Not Processed– patients feel like – but we feel it all day. I personally think that they do this not for us to be relaxed during the treatments, but so we don’t try to run away.
Today at the institution, it was my turn to recieve treatment X4N19. All of the teens without the calming medication IV’s had already experienced the treatment. All I knew about it was that the older teens who’d had it done were forbidden to talk about it and that after you had the treatment, you dissappeared for a while.
Nurse Hildi hastily punched in the code on the door leading out of the Minimal Isolation Hallway. We traveled outside into the bright summer sunlight. It wouldn’t help for me to try and run away even if I could get the thick leather straps off. You see we all have a GPS chip in you shoulders.
My wheelchair screeched to a stop in front of Building E. I was wheeled in and taken to a back room that was all white. Even the freakin furniture was white.
Aman dressed all in white with a white apron on came into the room through a back door and had out in his a hand, a pair of scissors. He then started to cut off all of my precious locks of straight as a rod golden hair. He then proceede to take out a razor and shave off all of the little tufts of hair that he couldn’t get with the scissors.
I swear to God that I would have run like hell out of that place if I wasn’t so freakin weak. Sure, people have run away before, and every single time, they’ve been brought back. But, when they were put back in with the minimal isolation people, they seemed like they were changed or something. I really know how to explain it. It’s like they didn’t have a personality anymore. They were just, existing. They were just being there, not in spirit though. I sure as hell didn’t want that to happen to me!
Anyways, after my head had been shaved, nurse Hildi injected something into my IV, and all of a sudden I couldn’t move. I could feel, see, and vital things like that, I just couldn’t move. I wondered what she had given to me to make me feel like that. And the newbies thought they hated the calming medication. HA! They’re in for a suprise when they go for treatment X4N19.
Next, they whelled me into a room that looked like an operating room in hospita. A big, burly man came in and undid the straps on my wheelchair and lifted me up onto the operating table and put my IV on a special hook above the operating table.
I tried to make a gurgling sound with my throat, but all that came out was a soft moan. A doctor recognized that I was still awake and he said, “Oh, we know that you’re awake. You will also feel everything we do, but No One will hear you scream.”
Then I heard it. I heard it before I saw it.
CHAPTER 1
I woke with a start from another sleepless night at St. Lukes mental institution. As I peered out the barrred window into the wilderness, I wondered what malicious treatment and terrible medication that I would receive today.
Nurse Hildi rapped on my door as a sign for me to stick my opened palm out the slot and get my injection of “calming” medication. Immediatley after she stuck me with the needle, I felt relaxed and sluggish.
“Patient 99264, step away from the door and lay face down on the bed,” nurse Hildi screeched.
I knew the drill. Wake up, get injected, lay face down on the bed, she opens the door and hooks me up to an IV of “calming medication” that will be attatched to me all day until I am released to go to sleep. Then, all day terrible experiments would be performed on me.
Anyways, she hooked the IV up to my arm, then she sat me in a wheelchair. She then strapped my legs and arms to the chair with thick leather straps.
Nurse Hildi hooked the IV tube to a long pole extending upwards from my so called “chair of pain”
Let me try to explain to you what it is like to be on calming medication. When you first wake up in the morning you are extremely tired, correct? That is what all of us NP teen– NP standing for Not Processed– patients feel like – but we feel it all day. I personally think that they do this not for us to be relaxed during the treatments, but so we don’t try to run away.
Today at the institution, it was my turn to recieve treatment X4N19. All of the teens without the calming medication IV’s had already experienced the treatment. All I knew about it was that the older teens who’d had it done were forbidden to talk about it and that after you had the treatment, you dissappeared for a while.
Nurse Hildi hastily punched in the code on the door leading out of the Minimal Isolation Hallway. We traveled outside into the bright summer sunlight. It wouldn’t help for me to try and run away even if I could get the thick leather straps off. You see we all have a GPS chip in you shoulders.
My wheelchair screeched to a stop in front of Building E. I was wheeled in and taken to a back room that was all white. Even the freakin furniture was white.
Aman dressed all in white with a white apron on came into the room through a back door and had out in his a hand, a pair of scissors. He then started to cut off all of my precious locks of straight as a rod golden hair. He then proceede to take out a razor and shave off all of the little tufts of hair that he couldn’t get with the scissors.
I swear to God that I would have run like hell out of that place if I wasn’t so freakin weak. Sure, people have run away before, and every single time, they’ve been brought back. But, when they were put back in with the minimal isolation people, they seemed like they were changed or something. I really know how to explain it. It’s like they didn’t have a personality anymore. They were just, existing. They were just being there, not in spirit though. I sure as hell didn’t want that to happen to me!
Anyways, after my head had been shaved, nurse Hildi injected something into my IV, and all of a sudden I couldn’t move. I could feel, see, and vital things like that, I just couldn’t move. I wondered what she had given to me to make me feel like that. And the newbies thought they hated the calming medication. HA! They’re in for a suprise when they go for treatment X4N19.
Next, they whelled me into a room that looked like an operating room in hospita. A big, burly man came in and undid the straps on my wheelchair and lifted me up onto the operating table and put my IV on a special hook above the operating table.
I tried to make a gurgling sound with my throat, but all that came out was a soft moan. A doctor recognized that I was still awake and he said, “Oh, we know that you’re awake. You will also feel everything we do, but No One will hear you scream.”
Then I heard it. I heard it before I saw it.
What the hell happens to your stomach if you lift something too heavy without a strap?
do the symptoms show right away?
i was given this go kart by my friend, its one of those kids pedal karts but the an engine strapped on the back, its a bit back heavy but when i turn it on, it will move fine but when im on, it will hardly move! i’ve lifted the back end up to see if its just a rubbish engine but the wheels go round REALLY fast and the engine gets loads louder!! so i dunno what to do really, any suggestions???
Bumblebees droned amongst the white flowers that carpeted the small clearing, buzzing around Andrew’s bare feet. The autumn sun felt good after the long walk through the forest, and Andrew tilted his face towards the sky, eyes closed. The bright light of the sun made his eyelids glow red.
“We’re here Drew. Listen close, you hear?”
Andrew opened his eyes. A fussy-looking Oliver stood before him, one pale hand on his hip.
“Right, I’m listening.”
Oliver surveyed Andrew briefly, as if sizing him up. “OK. Well, like I said before, only the bravest, strongest boys can be in the Fairdale Boys.”Andrew nodded, his hazel eyes solemn. He knew how important this was.
“Give me your key.”
“Huh?” Andrew asked. Oliver didn’t answer, just stuck out his hand expectantly. Andrew lifted the thin leather strap from around his neck, on which dangled a small brass skeleton key. No sooner had he handed it to Oliver that Oliver tossed the key into the wide stream gurgling sluggishly along behind them.
“Hey!” Andrew cried, indignant. “That’s my only key!”
“Well, you’d better jump in after it then!”
”But it’ll be freezing in there! I’ll catch cold!”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you wanted to hang out with the Fairdale Boys….”
“I do!” Interrupted Andrew.
“Well then stop being such a sissy!”
Andrew opened his mouth to argue, but thought better of it. Oliver was in one of his moods and it wouldn’t do to upset him. Not today. Not when Andrew was trying out for a place in the Fairdale Boys, the local boy’s gang run by Oliver. Andrew had no friends in his new home save his mother, and mothers didn’t really count. This was his one chance at being accepted by his new peers, and it didn’t look like his cousin was going to make it easy for him.
Andrew stepped up to the side of the wide, deep brook and surveyed the icy water. It was a warm day, but winter’s chill had already begun to creep into the brooks and streams that bubbled through the woods.
“Come on Andrew! Do I need to come up with a time limit or what?”
“No, sorry!” Andrew said quickly, glancing at Oliver, who now stood with both hands on his hips.
“Move then!”
Andrew peeled off his shirt and kicked off his shoes and socks. He shuffled to the bit of embankment closest to the place in the brook where his key lay, glimmering in the muddy creek-bed. Trying not to think about how cold he would be in a few seconds, Andrew drew as deep a breath and jumped in.
He needn’t have taken such a long breath, the water only came up to his armpits. The air left his lungs in a lusty scream of surprise-never had he felt anything this cold. It felt not only like he had been encased in ice, but that within the ice were needles jabbing at him all over with bright, cold spikes of pain.
“Andrew, come on. Get it.” Oliver said from the side of the stream, warm and dry as he chewed on a blade of grass.
Bumblebees droned amongst the white flowers that carpeted the small clearing, buzzing around Andrew’s bare feet. The autumn sun felt good after the long walk through the forest, and Andrew tilted his face towards the sky, eyes closed. The bright light of the sun made his eyelids glow red.
“We’re here Andrew. Listen close, you hear?”
Andrew opened his eyes. A fussy-looking Oliver stood before him, one pale hand on his hip.
“Right, I’m listening.”
Oliver surveyed Andrew briefly, as if sizing him up.
“OK. Well, like I said before, only the bravest, strongest boys can be in the Fairdale Boys.”
Andrew nodded, his hazel eyes solemn. He knew how important this was.
“Give me your key.”
“Huh?” Andrew asked, confused. Oliver didn’t answer, just stuck out his hand expectantly. Andrew lifted the thin leather strap from around his neck, on which dangled a small brass skeleton key. No sooner had he handed it to Oliver that Oliver tossed the key into the wide stream gurgling sluggishly along behind him.
“Hey!” Andrew cried, indignant. “That’s my only key!”
“Well then you’d better jump in after it.”
”But it’ll be freezing!”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you wanted to hang out with the Fairdale Boys….”
“I do!” Interrupted Andrew.
“Well then stop being such a sissy!”
Andrew opened his mouth to argue again, but thought better of it. Oliver was in one of his moods, and it wouldn’t do to upset him. Not today. Not when Andrew was trying out for a place in the Fairdale Boys, the local boy’s gang run by Oliver. Andrew had no friends in his new home save his mother, and mother’s didn’t really count. This was his one chance at being accepted by his new peers, and it didn’t look like his cousin was going to make it easy for him.
Andrew stepped up to the side of the wide, deep brook and surveyed the icy water. It was a warm day, but winter’s chill had already begun to creep into the brooks and streams that bubbled through the woods.
“Come on Andrew! Do I need to come up with a time limit or what?”
“No, sorry!” Andrew said quickly, glancing at Oliver, who now stood with both hands on his hips.
“Move then!”
Andrew peeled off his shirt and kicked off his shoes and socks. He shuffled to the bit of embankment closest to the place in the brook where his key lay, glimmering in the muddy creek-bed. Trying not to think about how cold he would be in a few seconds, Andrew drew as deep a breath and jumped in.
He needn’t have taken such a long breath, for the water only came up to his armpits. The air left his lungs in a lusty scream of surprise-never had he felt anything this cold. It felt not only like he had been encased in ice, but that within the ice were needles jabbing at him all over with bright, cold spikes of pain.
we were at a school camp on the beach and i walked into the bathroom. jsut as i was leaving she asked me to help her put some on one side of her back. she already did the other side so it wasnt a problem. she also asked me to lift up her bikini strap and get underneath it. im jsut curious if this is a sign, but im not interested in her
i havea girlfriend thats why im not interested but im not goign to leave her there
Bumblebees droned amongst the white flowers that carpeted the small clearing, buzzing around Andrew’s bare feet. The autumn sun felt good after the long walk through the forest, and Andrew tilted his face towards the sky, eyes closed. The bright light of the sun made his eyelids glow red.
“We’re here Drew. Listen close, you hear?”
Andrew opened his eyes. A fussy-looking Oliver stood before him, one pale hand on his hip.
“Right, I’m listening.”
Oliver surveyed Andrew briefly, as if sizing him up.
“OK. Well, like I said before, only the bravest, strongest boys can be in the Fairdale Force.”
Andrew nodded, his hazel eyes solemn. He knew how important this was.
“Give me your key.”
“Huh?” Andrew asked, confused. Oliver didn’t answer, just stuck out his hand expectantly. Andrew lifted the thin leather strap from around his neck, on which dangled a small brass skeleton key. No sooner had he handed it to Oliver that Oliver tossed the key into the wide stream gurgling sluggishly along behind him.
“Hey!” Andrew cried, indignant. “That’s my only key!”
“Well, you’d better jump in after it then, shouldn’t you?
”But it’ll be freezing in there! I’ll catch cold!”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you wanted to hang out with the Fairdale Boys….”
“I do!” Interrupted Andrew.
“Well then stop being such a sissy!”
Andrew opened his mouth to argue again, but thought better of it. Oliver was in one of his moods, and it wouldn’t do to upset him. Not today. Not when Andrew was trying out for a place in the Fairdale Boys, the local boy’s gang run by Oliver. Andrew had no friends in his new home save his mother, and mother’s didn’t really count. This was his one chance at being accepted by his new peers, and it didn’t look like his cousin was going to make it easy for him.
Andrew stepped up to the side of the wide, deep brook and surveyed the icy water. It was a warm day, but winter’s chill had already begun to creep into the brooks and streams that bubbled through the woods.
“Come on Andrew! Do I need to come up with a time limit or what?”
“No, sorry!” Andrew said quickly, glancing at Oliver, who now stood with both hands on his hips.
“Move then!”
Andrew peeled off his shirt and kicked off his shoes and socks. He shuffled to the bit of embankment closest to the place in the brook where his key lay, glimmering in the muddy creek-bed. Trying not to think about how cold he would be in a few seconds, Andrew drew a deep breath and jumped in.
He needn’t have taken such a long breath, for the water only came up to his armpits. The air left his lungs in a lusty scream of surprise-never had he felt anything this cold. It felt not only like he had been encased in ice, but that within the ice were needles jabbing at him all over with bright, cold spikes of pain.