Nurse Betty
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Is baby feeling sick? Nurse Betty has just the thing for you dear. Come over here to the examination table and lay down on your tummy.
I always find a nice enema to get those bowels moving is just what the doctor ordered. I'll have you making a nice fresh poopy in your diaper in no time. And you'll be a good little baby and do everything Nurse Betty tells you to do.
I only take temperatures rectally so you have to squeeze those little butt cheeks together and hold that thermometer tight, Nurse Betty doesn't have time to have to keep starting over. It's also always important for you to get a regular physical, and babies change so quickly, so every time you come to visit my office we will have to check you over from top to bottom. And since I am the only nurse in the office, you know you'll get your physical every visit! And don't try telling mom or dad what we do all alone in my special room, cause they'll never believe you, your just the baby and then next time it will be an ice cold enema for you!
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Medical Roleplay
Nurse-Patient
Sex Education
Examinations - Enemas
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Diaper Emergency call 
1 (888) 430-2010
May 14, 2010
In Winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle light. In Summer, quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. I have to go to bed and see The birds still hopping on the tree, Or hear the grown-up people’s feet Still going past me in the street. And does it not seem hard to you, When all the sky is clear and blue, And I should like so much to play, To have to go to bed by day? Robert Louis Stevenson Minnie
April 16, 2010
They walk down the street- faces reflecting a calmness so unfamiliar to me. Little eyes looking up at them; unknowingly relying upon their presence. We share the same planet, yet I feel upon another. To know the warmth of a soft breath upon my neck and the soundness of sleep upon my breast is no more than a mystery. Time does not cure all wounds of the heart when the soul remains unfulfilled. My eyes turn to the sky and I wonder why I am on a path that no longer fits my feet? Like […]