One Direction Tampons Novels & Stories

"I just realized I completely forgot to buy tampons when I went out the other day, and I'm in a bit of an emergency situation right now. Do you by any chance have a spare one?" "Oh God, of course!" She stepped back immediately. "Come in, let me grab them." "I just need one to wear while I run out to Target," I added quickly. She was already rummaging through her bathroom cabinet. She came back out with an entire box and held it out to me. "Here, just take the whole thing." "Nova, I only need one." "Oh, come on, Kassidy. I have another one." She tilted her head slightly as her eyes dropped to my collarbone for just a second. “Besides, you look like you could use one less thing to worry about.

I hold out the colourful packets awkwardly in front of me. “Ah,” he says, hesitating for only a second before his face softens again. “Well, I’ve obviously not had personal experience, but I think this one”—he holds up a small, slim pink packet—“is a tampon. You insert it inside you.” He quickly notices the horrified look on my face and smiles sympathetically. “Perhaps ask Mum or Alice about that later. These ones”—he points to the flat, square packets in three different colours—“are called towels. They line your underwear. I think the colours are for different sizes or something, as this one”—he picks up a purple one—“is larger and thicker than this one.” He indicates a slimmer, smaller yel

I shrugged and we read the different types out loud to each other. Scented, winged, pads, tampons, pant liners? "Which one would she use and what size?" He asked. "I have no idea," I replied. I'm just as confused as you. We stood there for another few minutes. "Should we just take one of each?" I inquired. "I guess so." He shrugged and started adding them into the basket. Oh well. Better safe than sorry. "So do they actually stick this onto their..." He asked and burst out laughing. Really? Ouch, that must hurt to pull off. I never really cared about that kind of stuff before now.

“I can’t do this alone. I could have called Molly and Issa or your sister but again it would have been awkward” “What do you need help with?” I fucking regretted the question the minute I asked. Ten minutes later, I was holding a tampon after a thorough explanation of how it worked and how it should have been shoved inside. I had seen shit, a lot of shit in my time serving the country but this was the type of shit that took the fucking cake. I gazed at the piece of wool in my hands—that was fucking big to be inside a woman. “I could go for a pad but I need something that won’t make a mess of things hence the tampon”

Each one different from the other and there are thousands and millions of them "What product do you use when you're on your period??." He spoke out loud startling the poor woman that look flustered perhaps at his questions or his absurd questions "Well , it varies for everyone. I mostly use pads but sometimes I use tampons . " She said to him as her chest heaved up from up and down "What do you suggest that I buy?? " He asked again "Since I'm guessing you don't know what your girlfriends use I'll advice to you to buy everything. Bits of this and bit of that. And even some women uses menstrual cup "

She can't believe they are discussing her menstrual stuff. "Have you been using these dicks before?" still disturbed by the thought of her using a tampon, he worriedly asks. "No, it would be my first supposedly. Cristy mentioned it earlier, so I want to try it this time. I've been using pads. I'm just curious if it's indeed more convenient" setting aside her irritation and humiliation, she casually explains. "Can you just stick with the pads? There's no way I will let you have sex with these tiny devils, Amelia" he disgustingly persisted.

Sure that she was in deep sleep, I picked my car key and wallet as I made my way out of the room and the chauffeur had wanted to take the keys from me but I only asked him to take the day off. Driving as fast as I could, I drove to the supermarket and asked for the aisle for Tampons, everyone looked at me strangely but it was none of my business. “Oh fuck.” I groaned when I got to the aisle only to see that there were different types of tampon, different colours, different flavours and different sizes. How do I know what size, flavour or colour she wanted?

TILDA “I keep telling you,I keep telling you but you never listen.” My mother said, as she shoved cereals into her mouth. It was almost 7am in the morning and me, my brother, Mason, my mum and Dad, were having breakfast at the table. We were all having cereals, or better put, we all had a bowl of cereal in front of us but only my Mum managed to eat though her mouth kept running. “The Moon Night is always dangerous, you have to have someone with you, there are many girls your age you should move with.”

she explained, giving me a bit of space. I sighed remembering Petra was among the small population of women that didn't know how torturous cramps are. She was one hell of a lucky girl. I checked the sanitary station in the restroom. Unfortunately, there were no tampons left, but there were some pads and disposable panties. I chose a disposable pantie. It felt a bit weird, giving me the feeling that I was in diapers, but it was the least of my problems now. Unsurprisingly Petra waited ready to hear the full gist about my fucked up spring break.

JANE My period should’ve come five days ago. What am I missing? God… please don’t let it be that... I dig through the drawer again, my fingers frantic as they shove past sanitary pads, wipes, tubes of Replens. The unopened box of tampons still sits there, untouched -proof of a habit - I wasn't ever a fan of tampons. My chest tightens as I keep searching. Then I find it - My birth-control card. I pull it out with shaking fingers and count.