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TIFU by change tampons

Today I'm menstruating.

The clothes are important in the story. No, this isn't about a red stain appearing in the middle of white pants. It's a dress, and black. A full knee-length dress, black with tiny geometric pattern.

I went to the public restroom with a single tampon to change. I removed the dirty one, did the biological things, cleaned myself properly, and went to put in a new tampon. It just wouldn't go in. I pushed a little harder and it still encountered resistance.

It was a tampon without an applicator. For those who don't menstruate, or have never used tampons without an applicator, let me explain: with an applicator, you insert a plastic tube and push the tampon in place, but without an applicator, you have to push it in with your fingertip. But if both methods work, why do some people pay more for one with applicator? The reason for this is that the tampon is really rough, and if your canal isn't really lubricated from your period, it hurts like hell to insert it in the right place. Also, if you don't insert it quickly, it bulges prematurely and is difficult to insert in the right place, and then it will hurt you the whole time the tampon is inside your body (when the tampon is in the right place, you don't even realize you're wearing one).

That's when I thought, "Shit! I'm going to have to leave here with this tampon hurting inside me, get a new one, and come back for a change." I leave it and realized it hadn't even gone in. And it was stuck to the edge of my dress... covered in blood! Since the dress was so round, it naturally have blocked my view, but I didn't notice that the edge was longer than I expected, and it got in the way of applying the tampon.

I cleaned the fabric with toilet paper, as I was shy to clean it in public at the sink, with people nearby. The stain wasn't big, and it was disguised by the pattern on the dress. That's how I spent the whole day hoping no one would see the stain, and if they did, they wouldn't know what the source of it really was.

I'm home now, and I think my mission has been accomplished!

TL;DR: I went to change my pad and my dress got in the way. I had to go out in public with a blood-stained skirt tip.

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