The Abduction Is On (or is it?)

I'm repaired, I've got a couple of extra 'things' added to me, and I'm being mailed home. Yay! Sure, it's back to Montana, but I've been away and neglected too long. But I have this nagging thought in the back of my mind--I think I really liked my time away. They were fairly nice people. And in the end, I wasn't too worse for wear. Maybe I was really beginning to like these people. I sort of felt sorry that I wasn't going to be seeing those people again. But no, dammit! They held me hostage! They abused me! I can't feel this way! I'm not Patty Hearst (for those of you who don't get it, click on the link...)! But if I actually did the things I think I might have, I'll need an excuse. Something to blame it on... Maybe I'll do the research when I get home. Yes, home to the big guy in Montana.

Well, imagine the shock when the package was opened when I got home! It wasn't the big guy! It was a very attractive woman! And this certainly wasn't the big guy's apartment! What just happened? I felt it best to just listen, and see if I could figure this out. And I found out alot! This woman, code-named Biscuit (where do they get these names?), was apparently a friend of the girls in Nashville. I was being spirited around like the underground railroad! While I wasn't sure of where I was, I was relatively certain it was nowhere near Montana! As I awaited my fate, I felt a calm fall over me. I could worry about what was going to happen to me, or I could be like Patty, and just enjoy the ride, and embrace my captors. With that mindset, I was ready for whatever this pretty lady was ready to dish out!


Obviously, from this picture, you can see that I was in the midst of a more laid-back, serene atmosphere. No wild parties, no button-ripping escapades. Just a glass of Bailey's, a warm fire, and her company. I was in great hands. I could get to like this, I think...

Held Captive

Without question, the last days of 2005 showed me a whole new life that I didn't know existed. It was, for the lack of a better term, scary. I had not seen so much alcohol, so much nekkid skin, so much other stuff in my entire life.

I have to admit that, for the parts that I remember, I had a good time. The dawn of 2006 saw me a little damaged, but looking forward to going home. It was sort of warm in Nashville, and the big guy would wear me anytime during the cold Montana winters. But I was ready to head back.

And then it happened. The big nothing. I spent the better part of the next 10 weeks as a captive. No attempts to send me back. No attempts by the big guy to come get me. Did I do something so horrible that he didn't want me back? Or that Kelly couldn't face me again? Was Sam going to come rescue me (I kinda liked her, too...)? Around mid-March, Kelly hands me off to her daughter. Finally! I've been noticed. But given to a young teenager? What horrors was I going to be subjected to now?

Actually, she's the one who showed me some love. She replaced all my buttons (all mismatched), and added a few 'extras'. Including a little jingly bell, a pink ribbon, and a few other things. The next thing you know, I've been packaged up and sent off in the mail. I'm finally going home! Or so I thought...

New Year's Eve Eve Party

The big guy and I returned to Montana in time for Christmas, but apparently not before a little negotiating between him and some of the Nashville girls. The girls were going to throw a little New Year's Eve Eve party and invited him to come. Since he wasn't going to be able to swing it, he offered to send me in his place. And so it began...

I was sent off to Kelly, a cute little leprechaun of a girl. She had plenty to celebrate, so I knew that it could get wild and crazy, but I wasn't worried. I guess I'm just not wise to the ways of the world. It started off tame, with Kelly donning me, but I apparently stay with her very long. Lola grabbed me, and did some bizarre things with me that I don't ever remember the big guy doing.


Don got ahold of me at some point. I'm not sure if I'm more disturbed by the cowboy boots, or the tent being pitched...


Don's wife Sam then got in the act, and I felt I was finally going to get to spend the rest of the evening with someone safe. Remember those curves I mentioned in the last post? Yeah--I had the same feelings here. Next thing I know, Kelly has crawled in with us (remember--I'm a big shirt). And then she burst out like a stripper at a bachelor party. From that point on, the rest of the night is a blur. I think it was about the same time that I lost all of my buttons. I was told later that every one of them was ripped out and flew to all corners of the room.


Kelly grabbed me back and was cocooned by me. Sam somehow ended up with me, and I think I ended up spending the night with her. Since I no longer had buttons, she just tied me up in a knot in front--something else the big guy had never done. She continued late into the evening, giving out zrbts, and eventually passing out while the others took advantage of her condition.



As I mentioned in my profile--this is the party where I was abused, spilled on, and found myself passed from body to body. I was physically maimed, I had my picture taken in compromising situations (think these were the only pictures taken??), and basically humiliated. I'm sure there were other hideous things that happened to me, but no one is talking. The big guy would have probably enjoyed himself here, but this was a bit much for me. Little did I know that this was the beginning of my current adventure. I'll save that revelation for a later time...

An Ominous Adventure

As previously mentioned, the big guy started the whole blogging craze, which started to take up alot of his spare time. Granted, I joined him alot of the time, and he even made a couple of avatars with me--even when he got his hair cut short!


He took me along to Portland when he went to go see the Rolling Stones with a friend of his that he called Just.A.Girl. He took a little side trip to make a surprise visit with a woman he called Addict. She seemed to be a nice lady, but with a strange fascination for sharp, pointy surgical instruments. And it looked like she was trying to draw her own OsShirt all over her body. But he seemed happy to meet her, so that was a good thing.


And then it happened. The local college team was playing for their 4th consecutive national football championship in Tennessee, and he decided to go. Better yet, he decided to drive! And I got to join him!! He got to meet Tish the night before the football game. They got to eat at Hooters (didn't get to go there...) and came back to get ready for the football game the next day.

Then something weird happened. One minute I'm packed away in his bag, and the next, I'm being worn. And not by the big guy! I sort of liked this! A different set of curves to follow, and she smelled a whole lot better. I'm not sure, but this may have been an omen. I LIKED being worn by someone else. This might have been the spark that I needed to start my own adventures!


I didn't get to go to the game, either, but there was a party that night in Nashville with a bunch of his blogger buddies. And I got to meet them all in person! I'd seen them on the computer, but this was totally different! Lots of people, lots of beer, lots of laughs, lots of pictures.



Things were different after that. In a good way. He seemed to have a smile on his face more often, and I started thinking back to the girl that wore me. It tingled my buttons. If there were just some sort of way that I could enjoy that experience again...

OsShirt - The Early Days

The Early Days--I don't recall much. Just little bits and pieces of things. I'm hanging around in a store, and then I see him. A good-looking man. Dashing, even. Dark hair, with a little gray beginning to show. Hard to determine his age. Probably a Parrothead wannabe. He probably looks younger than he actually is. Not a small man, either, but I'm a big shirt, so I see a match made in heaven. My coloring and flowers are a bit flambouyant, but I think that this guy might be too. And my hunches are correct. He buys me, and we're off for faraway adventures!

Well, the faraway adventures didn't materialize the way that I had hoped. But I quickly learned some things about this guy. He plays trombone in a fairly popular variety band, and I've been to quite a few gigs with him. I've heard he plays in the symphony too, but I've never been there. He's also a beer drinker. I've done alot of that with him. He seems to have alot of friends, mostly girls for some reason, and he's pretty close with his family. Here's a group of pictures from those old days, when life was predictable and easy.






I've done some road trips with him. Gone to a few concerts. Met alot of people, even some famous ones! I thought things were going great with him. Then he got involved with blogging. And that's sort of where the story gets interesting. I hope you'll follow along! (to be continued...)