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Stacy's Timeline: Introduction Childhood / Backstory v1 (2014-11)

Stacy G. Kanine is born on september 23, 1992. An unknown canine born from completely different species, her mother Sylvia, 32 years old, a light blue otter, and her dad Houston, 40 years old, a handsome brown bear. Stacy always have been a cute, happy and playful puppy, the pride of their parents. Her medium grey/lavender fur was shiny and soft, with purple spots and fluffy areas. A long fluffy tail covered with purple lines dropped down by her digitigrade legs. Her gentle face revealed sharp upper canines slightly peeping out, emphasizing her smile, surrounded by discreet short whiskers, medium black/dark purple hair, large ears and a cute black shiny nose pointing in all directions. Her eyes had some kind of magic into it, the iris colour changing depending on her emotions, neutrally blue.

Her parents were wealthy, her mom a banker and her father a successful real estate agent. Since she was their only child, she got everything she needed and even toys she desired, with logic to make her understand the boundaries. Raised atheist and learning to speak both english and french at home, her parents always cared about a good education, reading books with her and carefully explaining small things of life in a way she could understand. She was quite a fast learner, not even in school yet.

Living in a large rich suburb house made things different from other children, since no one of her age lived near. There was always someone home, her mom, dad or the housekeeper, always someone to play with. She didn't really know what was the feeling of friendship, since she was rarely meeting with other children for a long time, except in park playgrounds or family gatherings. Maybe her parents cared too much about good influences, not really giving her the opportunity to make friends and invite people home. Not knowing that was missing, it wasn't making a difference in her head, and even when her parents weren't home, the housekeeper was a great babysitter for the puppy.

Everything was fine about Stacy except one thing. Stacy seemed unable to be potty trained. Diaper changes one after the other, all their efforts to reach that step forward revealed itself useless. Worried, they scheduled an appointment with a doctor to have an insight on what was going on. The tests revealed a bowel malformation, a weakness which caused loose stools and frequent diarrhea, thus very hard for the cub to control herself and hold it since she could barely feel the need to go. There was not much to do for this case, except to wait a few years for a possible improvement, and feed her healthy food and specific nutrients she needed in higher dose.

Since her massive usage of diapers was a problem, her parents chose to wait a few years to see what happened, trying at all costs to spare her from being bullied at school. After a long conversation, and since they could afford it, they decided to take a few sabbatical years to take Stacy around the world and show her everything there was out there. This was the best time of their lives, painting wonderful memory in their minds. Discovering different cultures, she played with children she met around the world, making her first friends, lasting from a few days to forever, staying in touch using mail. After two years travelling around the globe, she knew more than the average children of her age. She also discovered an interest in arts and music, curious about wind instruments. At seven years old, she began to have private music lessons, a few weeks before it was time to start school for good.

But still, nothing had changed. Stacy's parents did their best to prepare the cub for her first day at a fine private elementary school. Her parents promised her if she worked well they would do their best to make her skip a grade or two if it was possible. She understood things would be different from now on, especially her with her condition, without knowing what was waiting. Being a diapered child two years older than the other students would be a real life challenge, and it was. She had to adapt to a new reality and spend so much time away from her parents surrounded with perfect strangers. Stacy had to seize her opportunity to make actual friends that wouldn't disappear of her life as soon as they'd have got in. She had to learn to be comfortable, which took a lot of time. Wearing diapers at school was strange, having the maturity of a third grade student but the problem of a preschool toddler. There sure was some kids in school wearing pull-ups, even in her class like the nurse told her, but is was sure more acceptable of them. Frequently asking to be excused to see the nurse, everybody learned about her condition and made fun of her, making her very shy within difficult friendship.

The School nurse was Maxine Shefford, a 28 years old shiny white arctic wolf. Seeing each other very often, they became good friends. In order to make things easier, they developed a simple trick to be excused from class more easily. Raising the right hand was to answer a question, and the left one was to be excused for a diaper change. Maxine always was of a great help, making her more confident with tips on how to deal with diapers and different situations at school. Stacy learned to hide her diaper needs the best she could but sometimes she couldn't help it being quite noticeable, like sitting in class with a smelly diarrhea filled diaper.

Even if she were in a private school, it didn't mean there was no bullying happening and people talking behind her back. A bad surprise for Stacy, her parents and even the school nurse who all tried to help her the best they could, without a noticeable difference after all. Still, the school nurse was someone she could trust, always coming up with the best solutions to her everyday problems, a great psychological help. She even gave Stacy her home number, so she could discuss with her from home. This was the closest to a best friend she could find, only playing with random kids on the playground at recess. Most of people she met were just like they used to be in the past, entering and disappearing in no time. The only people she seemed to be able to relate to were the younger children who wore diapers or pull-ups at school, the ones with bedwetting problems and even the ones that had accidents. She would find them to talk and comfort them, never revealing it to engage in friendship, except for a very few ones. It was very hard for her to keep up with school since she almost didn't wanted to be there. She was a smart child, but her grades were pretty average because of her lack of motivation. Her parent's promise about skipping grades became unrealizable. The nurse did her best to comfort the cub, as it was an everyday fight, sometimes finding her in tears. Talking more to her than her own parents, the nurse started calling home to tell them how she was doing, with Stacy's consent, which took time to come.

Stacy's bowels never really calmed down, having diarrhea up to three times a week and getting diaper changes two to five times a day for soiled ones, not even asking to be changed for a wet diaper. She had to be extremely careful when stomach bugs and viruses were going around, since she were prone to it. She did caught bugs and viruses a few time, a complete distress resulting in explosive and uncontrollable diarrhea, cramping, vomiting and even leaking diapers. Every time it happened she needed days off school as her body never fought sickness well.

Months passed, things improving a little bit around her, grades increasing, making new friends, even her condition got better over time. Stacy started to have some control over her bowels and began feeling the need to go. Accidents sure kept happening, as this improvement was only a little step forward life gave her. But as she grew older, bullying still remained and worsened because of her diaper needs, until she couldn't stand it anymore. After a particularly rough day, she fell into tears with her dad.

• I can't endure this anymore! I don't want to wear diapers again...
• But Stacy, what if you have diarrhea? You know you can't control yourself when you're sick... You can't simply clap your hands to fix everything...
• I'll find a way. I want to be normal like the others. I want it to stop.
• You know we could buy pull-ups for you? It's more like underwear that can hold it if you have an accident.
• No, I want to wear clothes like the others. Being messy is horrible...
• Okay. You wear normal clothes and if something happens, you have pull-ups ready in your school bag.
• This is over, dad. No more. I want you to get rid of all my diapers.
• I hope you know what you're doing, Stacy.

Determined to start a new chapter of her life, she showed up the next day wearing regular underwear, fighting as hard as she could to control herself, decided to finally become potty trained. She still used the hand trick to use the restrooms instead of going to the nurse's office, something new to adapt to, insecure with public restrooms. The first week went well, even going through a day with diarrhea. She had small accidents caused by soft stools, staining her underwear only, her pants looking okay from the outside, without any noticeable smell. She was ready for it and when it happened, she cleaned it up in bathrooms, changing clothes. Everything went great and she was proud of herself. She told everyone about it as a way to escape bullying, showing them her underwear by pulling it outside of her pants.

She improved a lot until the third day of the second week, where she caught a flu going around and had a massive diarrhea accident completely ruining her pants, didn't have time to react, humiliated. After a long cleanup and desperate discussion to put her a diaper on, the nurse called her parents in distress, unable to stop Stacy's cries, destabilized by her worst crisis yet. On a quick decision, the nurse decided to call a replacement and bring Stacy home herself, a faster and better decision to calm her down, and an opportunity for everyone to discuss together and review the situation. On the road, the nurse tried to comfort her by telling how she also had an accident because of the flu, explaining once again accidents happens to the best of us, without really managing to calm the poor cub.

Once everybody at home, Stacy calmed down enough to quit her room and come in the living room, really to discuss. After long desperate discussions and cries, Stacy finally understood she did need to wear protection. Like her dad said, she needed to wear pull-ups until all was over. Her mom sylvia brought another idea at the table. When it would be safe to stop wearing pull-ups, the last transition would be women pads in underwear.

Still determined to use the bathroom like any other normal person, She did her best to improve herself. She did have accidents in her pull-ups a few times a week for a long time, gradually switching to women pads and underwear when her last year of elementary school came up, still not comfortable with public restrooms. Her bowels calmed down, diarrhea becoming rare, replaced by stools she could hold easier, proving that all the stress she was living contributed to her problems.

At 13 years old, it was time for a big change, middle school. Things were now under control. It was an occasion to start again, a new reputation, the opportunity to make everything right. Middle school went wonderfully great, felling good, a lot of confidence in herself, good grades and people to hang around with. Stacy stopped thinking too much like she was doing because of her illness, making an enormous change. Feeling depressed was now a thing of the past. She kept contact with her former school's nurse, a true role model for her, talking a few times a week on the phone and computer, happy to hear everything was improving day after day.

Ready for high school at 16 years old, she was now eager to live a more normal life and make drastic changes over time. She made a decision that surprised her parents, looking for a public high school. She also wanted to have her own place and a car when she reached 18 years old, for more control and independence, a thing that always been lacking in her life. Her parents, shocked, disagreed at first, but after a long discussion understood her point of view and looked into it. First thing on the list was driving lessons.

As high school were going wonderfully good, she was still very careful about her nutrition and habits like always, fearful of an eventual accident. No one knew about her problems, and hopefully is was quite easy to hide something that almost never happened. There was always medication in her backpack and pockets, not a fan of purses due to her ungirlish behaviour. Over time, she came to hate public restrooms, only using them in desperate measures, which was not helping her need to defecate multiple times a day, most of the time soft/mushy stools. Since middle school, she had became accustomed to hold it in until she got home, afraid of someone entering the restrooms and hearing her doing her business.

When Stacy reached 18 years old, at 5' 10", 130 lbs, she looked handsome. Her body shapes had formed over time, her fur colours evolved, the purple spots becoming a little bit lighter, and her canines and ears grew sharper. She wore different custom tailored jeans adapted for her tail, but loved loose wool pants too. She always wore something related to blue to match her basic eyes colour, which most of the time were colourful patterned shirts or a hoodie. A sweet adult feminine voice defined her with an american english accent.

Her thoughts were clear, optimistic and realist. Though she looked wonderful and had a nice personality, she was single, things still unclear in her mind. Nobody had really approached her either. After all, life had taught her not to trust everyone so she was still a bit awkward with people, letting them talk first and get to know them better until she'd opened up to someone. Most of the people she hung around were introvert people and geeks she almost only met at school.

For her birthday, her parents had a wonderful surprise planned. In the garage was a wine coloured sedan. Now that she had a full driving license, she could drive alone. For her last surprise of the day, her parents got inside and told her directions leading to a nice colourful 2000's designed duplex that would become her new home. Located in a suburb 15 minutes away from high school, college and university, and near everything, it was perfect. She fell into tears of joy, flabbergasted by those incredible gifts. Stacy could now live a normal life, helped by her parents until she would be ready to make her own money. There was only one condition set by her parents, which was to reveal all her expenses to them to ensure she was careful with her money. She'd have to work hard and learn from life in order to get her share of her parents wealth when she'd grow much older.

She now had two last high school years to go, looking forward for college and university in arts. A new chapter in her life had begun. All that bad memories of illness was now behind her, everything had improved so much since childhood, but one thought was always left in her mind: What if it came back?

And it did come back. The last years of high school were particularly stressful because of those big changes in her life, which turned the vicious circle back on again. Her stool consistency did begin to change in her first high school years, but it didn't even made a noticeable difference until now. Diarrhea began happening again at random, from mild to massive. She couldn't admit to herself the problem was coming back, and she hid everything she could, becoming harder and harder. Still, nobody knew what was going on, not even her parents, her friends and her former school nurse Maxine. She hoped it was only temporary and would lie to deny her problems. It affected her life. Her grades and social life became poor, like it used to be. She hid everything she could possibly hide to her parents so they won't discover the truth.

In her mind, it was clear, it was only temporary, and she would pass through this. Her last years of high school would be a nightmare, but she was determined to survive.