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You Get Your Period -DDM

Woah it's been a while since I updated. I'm running low on ideas so feel free to send me some. Also, shameless plug I published two chapters of my new ageplay book, it's called Littlest Things, go check it out if you want.

Well. This was different. There was blood... and I don't think there was supposed to be blood. Was this my period?! Crap. I had tried to block out the conversation about getting my period.  What was I supposed to do, just pull my pants up and deal with it? I didn't remember that being part of "the talk". Of course, Dad was the only other person in the house.
By this point, I was freaking out. It had been like ten minutes, which is an awkwardly long amount of time to be in the bathroom. I hoped dad would be able to hear me and called out, "Hey Daddy..."
"Where are you Y/N?" I heard him down the hallway, most likely at my room.
"Um, can you just come here for a sec?" I was crazy embarrassed by now.
"Where are you?" He asked, then realized I was in the bathroom. "Are you alright Y/N?" Dad asked.
"Um. I'm not sure." I responded quietly.
There was a short pause. "Is it ok if I come in?" He asked, knocking lightly.
I swallowed any remaining pride I had at that point. "Uh, yeah." I said quickly.
Dad waited, then entered the bathroom, slightly confused. "What's wrong-" Dad stopped himself when he realized exactly what was wrong.
My face turned bright red and I made a weird face. This sucked. To say the least.
"Hey! You got your period!" Dad cheered.
"Dad," I groaned. "This is weird. I feel gross."
"Stay there for like, ten seconds, I'll be right back." Dad told me. He left me sitting there all awkwardly. Once again, I wasn't quite sure what to do.
My thoughts were interrupted when a few minutes later Dad brought me a clean pair of undies and a pad.
I took the clean pair of undies and changed into them. I was shocked when Dad actually knew how to use the pad, but luckily so did I.
I was relieved at that. But still pretty embarrassed. I had pretty much ruined a pair of undies, and had to ask my dad for help.
My face must have been pretty red still, because dad definitely noticed how embarrassed I was.
"Why don't you get cleaned up and come find me," Dad said, leaving the bathroom.
Ugh, that meant another talk. I just wanted this to be over.
I cleaned up and found dad downstairs in the kitchen. He had scooped me some chocolate ice cream. "Thanks dad," I said weakly. "For the ice cream."
"Y/N I can't believe you're growing up so much," Dad started.
But I cut him off. "Dad, we really don't need to have this conversation. It's ok."
Dad laughed. "I didn't even say anything. I just can't believe you're all grown up."

The ending is pretty weird, but I wasn't sure how else to end it. I'll try to update again soon, and maybe add a BSM story or two.