UPDATE: My puppy turned my vibrator into a family helicopter... but somehow we survived and I’m not moving countries anymore (25F)

Hey everyone, OP here. First off holy shit thank you for all the comments, awards, and virtual hugs over the last week. You guys literally carried me through the worst embarrassment of my life. I was legit considering changing my name and fleeing to Canada.
So things have actually turned around in the most unexpected way.
Day 4 of me hiding in my room like a gremlin. Mom knocks softly, says “honey we need to talk… but not like that.” I open the door a crack, ready for the lecture of the century. Instead she’s holding a cup of tea and looking amused? Turns out Dad had been avoiding eye contact with everyone, but Mom sat him down and basically said “she’s 25, she’s single, it’s a normal thing, get over it.” Dad mumbled something about “didn’t need to see it at breakfast” but then admitted he was more embarrassed for me than anything.
Brother still teases me mercilessly but now it’s affectionate. Calls me “Helicopter Girl” and makes buzzing noises when I walk by. I hate him, but I also love him.
The real plot twist: Puppy. That little chaos demon. After the incident he kept bringing me “gifts” socks, my hair ties, one of Dad’s slippers like he knew he fucked up and was trying to apologize. Yesterday he curled up in my lap while I was crying-laughing at your comments, and just stayed there. Mom walked in, saw us, and goes “see? Even he’s sorry.” Then she hugged me and whispered “next time put it in the drawer, sweetheart.” No judgment, just mom energy.
We had family dinner last night. First time I left my room properly. Everyone pretended it never happened until brother fake-coughed “bzzz bzzz” and we all cracked up. Even Dad chuckled (red-faced, but chuckled). Mom poured extra wine and said “life’s too short to die of embarrassment over a toy.”
So yeah. I’m not moving countries. Balcony privileges restored. Puppy gets extra treats for emotional support. And I finally bought a lock for my bedroom door.
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