My Mother's Formula

by PamperedPrince

Summary:

Sixteen-year-old Gabrielle Rivers has a mother that is an award-winning scientist. Having never met her father in her entire life, Gabrielle looks for answers when her mother attends an awards banquet one evening. Searching for the whereabouts of her father is the least of Gabrielle’s worries, as her nighttime bedwetting has started up once again.

Gabrielle’s quest to find the truth is not made any easier when she has to deal with her almost three-year-old sister Abigail, who is still in diapers. Gabrielle can’t help but notice that there is something very strange about her sister. Her mother just says that Abigail has a strong sense of imagination, but after Gabrielle finds out everything, she is not quite sure that her mother is being truthful.

And even worse, Gabrielle’s mother finds Gabrielle reading forbidden documents in her bedroom. She takes Gabrielle into the kitchen and prepares a glass of milk for her. Gabrielle drinks the milk, but after a few hours, she doesn’t feel very well, and her world changes forever. Now trapped and full of the truth, Gabrielle can neither walk nor crawl and is unable to speak. Will she ever escape? Is she trapped with her mother forever?

Notes:

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Chapter 1: Just an Accident

My mother can only be what I describe to be the worst excuse for a human being.  It doesn’t matter that she graduated high school at the age of 12 and has four PhD’s.  She’s a cold, cruel, heartless bitch.  And if you have ever met her and have even the slightest idea of what she has done to me, you would totally agree with me.

And that is just what I am about to tell you.  This is my survival story of how I was ruthlessly abused by my mother and how by some miracle I was able to escape.  I want you to know about this as no human being should ever receive the level of cruelty that my mother gave to me.  The whole world needs to know about this.  All of her scientific awards can burn for all I care.  She has caused enough harm to me and my family.  What is that cruelty?  You will hear every detail in due time.  To give my story any justice, I will start from the very beginning.

My name is Gabrielle Rogers, but you can call me Gabby.  Everyone else does.  But during the time of this story, I was known as Gabrielle Rivers, since that was my mother’s last name.  I lived in a 25,000 square foot mansion in Maryland, with my mother and younger sister Abigail (everyone calls her Abby).  From my mother’s stories, she always bragged about how she got her father’s mansion.  The Rivers family was very wealthy, but none of my great uncles had any children.  My grandfather did, but he didn’t have any sons.  All he had was my mother.  So, my mother boasted, all of the estate went to her.  The money, the mansion…everything.

The mansion is so big that it is divided into two separate wings: the west wing and the east wing.  Each wing has its own staircase, with a grand staircase in the middle, separating the two wings.  The mansion sits on 20 acres of land and because of my mother’s insane inheritance, all of the grounds are maintained on a regular basis.  The enormous yard is mowed.  During the summer, both the pool and hot tub are regularly treated with chlorine.  All of the shrubs get trimmed.  And the mini apple orchard gets tended to on a regular basis.  And in the backyard, a beautiful garden gets tended to on a regular basis.  A team of maids clean the entire house once a week and another cleaning service washes the windows once a month.  And I forgot to mention that there is a guest house sitting on either side of the mansion.  One for the east wing and one for the west wing.  Each one is around 2,000 square feet and neither of these houses count towards the 25,000 square feet of the main estate.  A large fountain sits in the front around the winding driveway that leads out to the front gate: the only way to enter Rivers Estate as the entire property is surrounded by fencing and there is a security guard on duty 24 hours a day.

So yeah. That’s my mother’s Barbie dream home that she inherited.  One important thing worth noting is that the entire east wing of the estate is off limits.  I learned this lesson the hard way when I was just five years old.  I was about to touch the doorknob, which led to the east wing.  When my mother saw this, she directed me to pull my pants down and expose my behind to her. 

“Gabby, that place is totally off limits!  Bad girl!!!  Bad!!”

SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!

“Don’t you EVER let mommy catch you trying to enter the east wing again!”

After a few hits from her paddle, I resolved to never try entering the east wing again.  I really didn’t understand what the harm was in going there.  What was my mother trying to hide?  I sulked, and slowly paced away from the forbidden door that I could never touch.

A knock on the door snapped me right out of my unintended nap.  A copy of The Lord of the Rings sat fanned face down on my king-sized bed.

“Gabby dear?  Gabby!”

“Wha…” I said, rubbing a little bit of sleep out of my eyes.

The door opened, and my mother entered in her usual work attire: a white lab coat with a long black skirt.  Her skin was smooth and her complexion was perfect.  She walked over to my bed and gave me her usual smirk.  This was the kind of thing that she did when she wanted me to do something that she didn’t want to do.

“Gabrielle, my dear?” My mother said in her sweetest tone.  “Could you be a dear and go change Abby’s diaper?”

I turned my face and rolled my eyes.  “Another one?”  I could tell by the look of my mother’s face that the diaper that I was about to change was going to be a messy one.  I let out a quiet sigh.  “Okay.  Where is the little stinker?”

“She is watching TV in her bedroom.  Now hurry, dear.  You don’t want her to get a rash…”

Don’t want her to get a rash…I mocked my mother in my head.  I resumed my role as fulltime babysitter and left my bedroom to change my little sister’s diaper.  It is now June and Abby (or Little Abby as I like to call her) is about to turn three in August.  I would’ve thought that my mother would’ve wanted to potty train Abby a year ago, but she has made zero initiative to even begin.  No pull-ups training pants.  No plastic big girl potties in the house.  No potty-training journals or reward stickers.  No books or videos about learning how to use the potty like a big girl.  Nothing.  For goodness sake, mom.  Abby will be turning four in another year.  No preschool is going to take a four-year-old girl that is still wearing diapers.  I have argued this with my mother before and I get the same response.  “Oh.  Abby’s a special little girl and she will grow at her own pace.”  Well, Abby doesn’t look like she’s interested in the potty because you have never showed her one.  Great job at being a wonderful example…

I walked down the hallway and enter the doorway on my left.  Abby was sucking on her pink pacifier and sitting in her bedroom on the white carpeted floor dressed in a white romper dress. The babyish kind with three snappable buttons at the crotch area which made it easy for diaper changes.  The TV was a 42-inch Ultra High-Definition TV that hung on the wall in her spacious room.  As I glanced at Abby’s loaded diaper, I let out a deep sigh.  Sure enough, I could see the damage that had already been done.  The poopy mess was spread out of her diaper and dripping out of the openings in her legs.  It even got onto parts of her romper and her legs. Regardless of this, Abby stared at the screen blankly, as if she were mesmerized by the kids’ channel that she was watching.  It was another episode of Bluey, and I just couldn’t stand it.  But the program that was playing was the least of my worries.  Abby’s diaper was my number one priority, regardless of how much I couldn’t stand the program.  Seriously, mom.  Why couldn’t you have changed her?

I pinched my nose and dragged Abby away from the UHD TV.  I lifted her by her waist being very careful not to get any of the poopy mess onto my fingertips.  Even though Abby was almost three years old, she had the build of an 18-month-old, as my mother had to take Abby to the pediatrician last week to treat an ear infection.  I had to come along, as I had diaper duty for my younger sister 24/7.  The only exceptions are the diapers that my mother changes in the morning and right before she goes to bed.  During the day, I change every one of Abby’s diapers.  This yucky and stinky one is no better…

I hoisted Little Abby up and rotated her, now supporting her by her neck and back in both hands.  I then laid her down on the diaper changer in her room that sat next to her crib that was covered in pink pastels.  As I laid her down and approached the mess, Abby turned her face and glanced in the distance.

“Bah-tah empty!” she yelled.

I nodded, as I tried to figure out what would be the best way that I could unsnap Abby’s romper without getting poop all over my hands.  Knowing that this was pretty much impossible, I reached down toward the snappable crotch buttons.  SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!  All three buttons were off, and I had a little bit of poop smeared on my fingers.  I carefully lifted the flap of the poop-stained white romper which revealed the yellowed and brown stained diaper.  I took a couple of baby wipes and wiped off my fingers before peeling back the tapes of her diaper…

And…Oh. My. Gosh.  The horrible stench was even worse with the diaper now opened up.  It filled my nostrils and I almost gagged.  There was so much poop in that diaper that I couldn’t believe it.

But Abby looked like she was staring into space.  She gave me a face that any child would give you after waking up from a bad dream.  She glanced at the empty bottle.  “Thaw-sty Gaw-bee!  Thaw-sty!”

I nodded, as I began wiping her with baby wipes, which only ended up smearing the poop on her after a couple wipes.  “Yes Abby.  I’ll get you something to drink after I change you.”  After about ten wipes, I had Abby stand up while I carefully wiped her behind.  After about half of the bag of baby wipes, I had all of Abby wiped clean.  I took the soiled diaper that was filled with the used wipes, and I rolled up the diaper into a ball and secured it closed with the two tapes.  I threw it in the diaper genie before I could even throw up on the floor in disgust.

As I began to rub the Aquaphor cream on all the red areas that I saw on Abby, she turned her face toward the empty baby bottle again and once again gave me the worried look.  “Mo Mak!  No foamwah!  No foamwah Gaw-bee!”

I sighed, as this was a normal thing that Abby did whenever she wanted more milk to drink in her bottle.  I gave her a puzzled look as I pulled out another diaper: A Size 3 Pampers Swaddlers Diaper.  Abby never moved around too much so my mother always got these diapers for her.  I opened up the diaper and I powdered the core.  “Abby, the milk that we give you does not have any baby formula in it.  What is this about formula?”  I laid Abby in the center of the diaper, and I folded up the front waistband between her legs.  I took the tapes from the back waistband, and I pulled them both snugly towards the landing zone in the center of the diaper.  Abby’s bellybutton peaked out just above the waistband of the diaper.  I heard the crinkled rustling as she sat up and pointed at the empty bottle again.

“No foamwah!” she cried.  “No foamwah!  I smaw!  No foamwah!  I smaw!”

I sighed, feeling very frustrated at Abby’s lack of speech development.  Having just taken child development at my private school, I understand that the kind of speech that I am hearing from Abby should be from a baby half of Abby’s age.  At her current age, Abby should know more than 300 words and should be able to form short sentences.  I frowned again as I tried to calm the worried face on my sister.  “Abby, there is no baby formula in the milk.  How about I get you some and show you.”  Before I could even snap the romper back up, I sighed when I saw the poop stain.  “This needs to be washed.”

I removed Abby’s soiled white romper dress and threw it into the dirty clothes hamper.  I sat Abby on the floor and got out another matching purple romper dress from her closet. I put it on her.  I then snapped the three crotch buttons to secure the romper over her diaper and was about to pick her up when I felt a very strong need to pee.  I glanced at Abby and pointed back at the TV.  “Can you watch some more TV, Abby?  Big sis needs to use the bathroom.”

Abby gave me a blank nod and walked back over to the TV.  She slouched onto the floor and continued watching more Bluey.

Meanwhile, I did the potty dance and I hurried into the bathroom adjacent to Abby’s bedroom.  I closed the door, undid the button on my skinny jeans, and pulled them down with my panties. I sat down on the toilet and let out a sigh of relief as I peed for the next 30 seconds.  My mother is making a big mistake in keeping my little sister in diapers.  She hasn’t even made a single effort to potty train Abby, and it has almost been a year since her second birthday.  She turns three in just two months.  And considering just how messy that diaper was, I would really like to stop changing my little sister’s diapers already.  I heard the buzz coming from my pants pocket.  I knew that it either had to be Gina or Renee. They wanted to know what the summer plans were now that we were all done with our private school until it resumed in September for our junior year.  I tapped away on my cellphone, providing a quick response for my two friends on the group text: “We will talk about it tonight when I go to bed.” I texted, providing a plain smiley face emoji.

My timing couldn’t be any more perfect than when I heard a few firm taps on the door.  “Gabby?”

It was my mother.  Knowing her, there was no keeping her waiting.  I finished up, quickly wiping myself with toilet paper and pulling my panties and skinny jeans before flushing.  I washed my hands for 20 seconds, quietly playing “If you’re happy and you know it” in my head before drying them.  I scurried out of the bathroom, almost running directly into my mother.  I staggered backwards, almost losing my balance.

My mother looked at me sternly.  She did not look pleased.  “Gabby dear,” she addressed me in her smooth, velvety softspoken voice.  “We do not run in this house.  Tell me, dear.  What is the hurry?  You’re a big girl.  You know the rules.”

“No running…” I softly mumbled with my face to the floor.

My mother gently pushed my chin up so that my eyes were locked with hers.  “Speak up, Gabby.  I cannot hear you.  And stand up straight and look at me when you’re talking.  Remember.  Posture dear.  Posture…”

I nodded as my chin was still locked in my mother’s grip.  I knew that she wouldn’t let me go until I reminded her of the proper manners that I already knew.  “No…Run…Ning…” I clearly said, enunciating every syllable.

My mother released my chin suddenly.  I almost fell down, but I quickly regained my balance.  “Now Gabby, I know that you are perfectly capable of behaving like a young lady.  Please show me that you remember your manners.  I have sent you to one of the best private boarding and day schools.  Please lead by example and make me proud.”

I nodded.  I do have to admit that attending The Madeira School was pretty nice.  With it being an all-girl school, there was nothing to distract me or my friends from our studies.  Grades were certainly not an issue with me as I have been getting nothing but solid A’s.  A-minuses were totally out of the question, as I have received a beating from my mother for getting one before on a test.

My mother turned around and glanced at Abby.  She sniffed the room, which pretty much mostly had the smell of baby powder at this point.  There was still a hint of the poopy smell, but it wasn’t nearly as strong as earlier.  “I see that you have changed Abby.  Good girl.”

Yes.  My mother’s praise sounded like the kind of praise you would give to a dog, but at 15, I was used to it at this point.  That reminded me of something very important.  I turn 16 in another month…I looked at my mother and glanced at her face.  For someone in her late forties, she looked almost 20 years younger than that.  If nobody knew my mother, she would pass for someone almost turning 30.  I have pressed my mother before on her youthful appearance and she always provided me with the same answer in just one word: “Genetics.”  If genetics gives her that appearance, then I hope that I can look like her when I’m almost 50 someday.

I glanced at my mother, who was still looking at me.  I knew that she would not be around me unless she wanted something.

My mother gave me an expectant look, as if I was expected to know what she was thinking.  “Gabby, have you done all of your chores today?”

I sighed.  I knew that stretching the truth was not an option, so I came clean.  “No mother.  I only have a few m—”

My mother cut me off midsentence.  “Gabby, you need to finish every last chore.  Your courses are done for the summer and all you have for the fall is just one summer project required for every Madeira student.  I expect you to have every last chore done before dinner.  Do I make myself clear, young lady?”

I nodded, making sure that my posture was correct this time.

Abby was now standing up, holding an empty baby bottle in her hands.  She looked at my mother with pleading eyes.

“Mo mak mah-mee!” she said, shaking the bottle.  “Mo mak!”

My mother shook her head in disapproval and snatched the baby bottle from my little sister.  “No no…” she said in a sing-song voice.  “What is the magic word, Abby?”

“Pease…” Abby said, giving her a flat smile.

I sighed and looked at my mother.  “Mother, I just changed Abby.  She’s going to need to be changed again when you give her more milk.  Shouldn’t we be potty training her?”

My mother shook her head to and fro and gave my sister a soft pat on the diaper.  “Abby is not ready for toilet training yet.  When she’s ready, she’ll let mommy know.  Won’t you Abbycadabry?”

I gave a groan of frustration in my mind.  I hated it whenever my mom used a cute nickname to address my little sister.  And that nickname had me cringing the most.

My little sister gave a gentle nod and glanced up at the empty bottle that my mother was still holding.

“You want some milkies, Abby?” My mother said in a soft coo.  “Here.  We’re going to get some milkies.  In the meantime, how about I get you your pacie?”

Abby again generated a weak smile.  My mother grabbed her purple pacifier that was sitting on a felt beanbag chair.  She slid it into Abby’s mouth and Abby began to mindlessly suck on it.  She then hoisted Abby in one arm while holding her empty bottle in the other.

“I’m going to refill Abby’s bottle and feed her.” My mother explained.  “After that, I am putting her in the playpen and I’m going upstairs to run some more experiments, finish an article for a scientific journal, and finish publishing a textbook for one of Harvard Med School’s latest courses.  I will want you to have all of your chores done when I return.  Am I clear, Gabby?”

I nodded, keeping careful eye contact with my mother.  “Yes mother…”

My mother exited the room with Abby, leaving me to my chores.

I glanced at the chore list, making careful note of the chores that I have already done today.  Fortunately, I have already done most of the chores before taking a break with my Lord of the Rings book.  All that I needed to do to finish my chores included the following tasks:  pick up my clothes and other odds and ends in my room, vacuum my bedroom, and clean the bathroom.  That included every surface, all of the toilet, the bathtub, and the glass shower. (Yes.  My bedroom has a pretty big bathroom with both a bathtub and separate shower, and I was responsible for cleaning every square inch.)  I spent the next hour and a half completing my last three chores.  I picked up all my clothes, making sure that they were all thrown into the dirty clothes hamper.  I got the vacuum out of the utility closet down the hall and vacuumed every square inch.  The floor of my room looked spotless as usual, as I was expected to vacuum my room every week.  For the bathroom, I opened a closet inside it to get out all of the cleaning supplies.  I scrubbed every square inch of the tile floor in the bathroom.  I carefully wiped down the counter space.  There was barely any toothpaste residue and soap residue as I also was expected to clean the bathroom weekly.  The mirror by the sink also didn’t look too bad.  Just a couple specks of food residue from flinging food particles off my teeth while I was flossing.  As for the chores, this was something that I have never questioned my mother on as the maids get all the rest of the house clean, except for my room and bathroom.  I took the glass cleaner and sprayed the mirror.  I carefully wiped everything off with a paper towel.  The mirror now looked spotless.  I inserted a disinfectant tablet into the toilet wand and began scrubbing the weeks’ worth of dried waste off of the inside of the toilet.  After getting the inside of the bowl spotless, I sprayed down the outside of the bowl and the rest of the toilet with a cleaning solution, rinsed it with some wet paper towels, and dried it off with a few more paper towels.

Right after I flushed the clean toilet, my chores were all complete.

No sooner did I finish than when my mother was entering my bathroom with Abby.  She was still mindlessly sucking away on her pacifier.  I still could not believe just how much my mother was babying Abby, but I dared not question it this time.  For some strange reason, my mother believed that Abby could just tell her when she wanted to act like a big girl.  My mother was supposed to be encouraging the big girl behavior, instead of discouraging it with a fresh bottle, her pacifier, and the diapers that she still wears both day and night.  As a result, my sister was developmentally delayed.  She spoke more like an 18-month-old than an almost 3-year-old.  She didn’t even use a sippy cup.  My poor little sister was just pampered and spoiled, and my mother never did anything about it.  But why?  Why keep my little sister from developing into a big girl?

My mother grabbed the chore list from me and carefully glanced at every check mark. Now it wasn’t enough for her to just see the checks.  She had to examine every area that corresponded to the completed task before I would be in the clear.  After she checked all the chores and areas, she gave me a nod of approval.  “You finished all of your chores, Gabby.  Good girl…”

I bit my lip.  I’m pretty sure that if I were a dog, my mother would have given me a treat. 

My mother then looked at her smart watch and glanced at me again.  “Now let’s have some dinner.  I’ll meet you down there.”

I took my cell phone out of my pocket and glanced at the time.  5:48 PM.  I knew the next important rule of the Rivers Estate:  Dinner was to be served at 6:00 PM.  If I were late, even a minute late, I would not be having dinner that evening.  Dinner was typically prepared by a private chef that my mother hired, and she would not hesitate to order the chef to take the covered plate of food away from me if I was late for dinner.  This was both wasteful and unfair, but they were the official Rivers Estate rules that my mother made up.

I promptly made my way downstairs and to the dining room, where three covered plates already sat.  Two of the plates sat in the corner of a large dining room table fit for 20 people.  The third smaller plate sat on a highchair next to the end seat, which belonged to my mother. I sat in the other seat perpendicular to her.

I took my seat and waited for mom to arrive carrying Abby.  She sat Abby in the highchair and lifted up the cover on the plate.  The chef announced the dinner we would be having tonight, giving a detailed description of each entrée and the way that he prepared it.  Abby’s dinner was three chicken nuggets, carefully cut into smaller pieces so that my mother could feed them to her.  There was also a small portion of crinkle cut fries and a French apple tart.  The tart was carefully cut into a very small piece just for Abby.  But Abby wouldn’t be feeding herself.  My mother would be feeding every last piece of the tart to Abby.  For crying out loud, mom.  I have not seen Abby feed herself once.  Don’t you ever want to see Abby become a big girl?  But again, I didn’t dare question my mother’s rather unusual parenting style.  At this rate, Abby will still not be ready to attend school next year…

Both mine and my mother’s dinner were the following entrées:  A chicken Caesar salad.  A deluxe Kobe Beef Cheeseburger served on freshly made onion buns.  It had a delicious tangy ginger mayonnaise with greenhouse grown tomatoes, fresh romaine lettuce, and red onions.  It also had freshly chopped portabella mushrooms and applewood smoked bacon drizzled with a sweet barbecue sauce and Dijon mustard.  The same crinkle cut fries were there, only our portions were larger and were cooked in truffle oil and sprinkled with freshly grated parmesan cheese.  The dipping sauce included tangy ginger mayonnaise.  The dessert included a French apple tart, which was a full piece, instead of the tiny toddler-sized piece that Abby got.

I ate my food and my mother ate hers after she finished feeding Abby.  After we were both done, my mother finished feeding Abby her bottle, with still no sippy cup in sight.  I drank my glass of milk, making sure that I finished every last drop.

We didn’t need to clear the table, as that responsibility belonged to the chef.  But I did have the responsibility to ask my mother to be excused.  I knew how much trouble I would be in if I forgot to do this.  So, I glanced up at my mother.

“Mother,” I addressed, making careful eye contact with her.  “May I please be excused from the table?”

My mother glanced at my plate to ensure that every last morsel of food was consumed.  She gave me a nod of approval.  “You can be excused, Gabby.  Please get ready for bed.  After that, you are free to do evening activities.  Bedtime is at 10:00.”

I nodded and took this as my signal to get ready for bed so I could talk to my friends.  I walked, not ran back up the stairs to my bedroom.  I undressed myself and brushed my teeth, flossed, and used mouthwash.  I then took a shower and dried off.  I put on my bra with a pink nightgown and pulled the cell phone out of my pants pocket.  I threw myself onto the king-sized bed, unfortunately landing right on top of my Lord of the Rings book.  I sighed and picked up the still open book, carefully sitting it on the floor beneath my bed.

I texted Gina and Renee in the group text.  They both video called me and I merged the two calls, giving us a three-way conversation.

“Hey.” I said as I laid on my bed, taking casual sips of water from my water bottle.  “What’s up?”

“The sky,” Gina said as a joke.  “Are you finally free from your chores and sister duties?”

I nodded.  “For tonight I am.  What do you all plan on doing?”

“Can we go to the mall?” Renee offered as a suggestion.

I sighed.  “None of us can drive yet, so who would take us?”

Renee smiled.  “My mom could take both of us.  And we could have a sleepover afterwards!”

Gina sighed.  “How about a pool party at my house?  We got a very nice pool and I plan on inviting a lot of people…”

“Will you invite any of the guys from Landon?” Renee teased Gina.  “I know that you have a crush on one of them…”

Gina’s face blushed.  “Yes, that’s true.  Us girls at Madeira don’t get a lot of opportunities to meet guys…”

“That’s because Madeira wants us to study books, not boys,” I said with a smile.  “That reminds me.  Have any of you started on the summer project yet?”

Both girls nodded.

“Have you started, Gabby?” Gina asked me.  “The project requires that you research your family tree and provide a 20-page essay describing your family members and what they mean to you.  I’m almost finished with my project.  My dad was very helpful in filling in all of the details.”

Renee nodded.  “My dad helped me too, but I don’t think I’ll be able to finish my project until July.  Just before your birthday, Gabs…”

Gina looked at me quizzically.  “What about you, Gabby?  Has your dad been helping you?  Wait…Didn’t you tell us that you don’t have a dad?”

I gave her a sad nod.  “I have no idea where my dad is.” I told her.  “I never met him in my life.  When I was born, all I saw was my mother…”

“Have you asked your mom about him?” Renee asked me.  “I don’t mean to prod…”

“It’s okay,” I told her.  “I have asked my mother a number of times and she always tells me that she divorced him before I was even born.  There’s no information that I can find on him anywhere…” I sighed.  “My family tree will be missing my father…I’m going to fail the project…”

“See if you can find something,” Gina said, trying to encourage me.

I sighed.  “I know that my mother does all of her research for Harvard.  The problem is that I’m not allowed in her private laboratory or bedroom.  Even if she kept any keepsake from my father, I wouldn’t be able to see it.  Thanks for the encouragement though…”

“Well, I’m getting tired.” Gina said, yawning.  “I would like to do the pool party this Friday.”

“And we can go to the mall on Saturday.” Renee added.  “After that, we can have a sleepover at my house!  We can discuss the details tomorrow.  All I can say is get ready to stay up late…”

I nodded.  “It was nice catching up with you all.  Good night!”

“Good night!” both girls shouted.

I glanced at my cell phone.  The time was 7:38 PM.  I didn’t want to go to bed right away, so I read a little more of my Lord of the Rings book.  It was a little after 8:00, so I decided to play Super Mario Odyssey on the Nintendo Switch.  I got a few more moons in the Metro Kingdom before I shut off my Switch and called it a night.

The time was now 8:53 PM.  It was just an hour before I had to go to bed.  I charged my cell phone and turned off the lights.  I got into my king-sized bed and pulled the covers over me, since the central air was on full blast, and I was freezing.  I adjusted my pillow and laid on my side. Moments later, I fell asleep.

That night, I had a horrible nightmare.  It started with me discovering that my water bottle was empty.  I left my room with it and walked down the stairs to the kitchen.  I filled my water bottle with more ice and water.  That’s when I was hit with a very strong urge to pee.  I stood and squirmed as I began to do the potty dance.  Fortunately, I was still able to maintain control of my bladder.  I took my water bottle up the stairs and noticed the stairs becoming longer and longer with each step.  My abdomen ached with the urge to pee again, and I ran up the infinite staircase.  Eventually, I somehow reached the top.  I then started to run down the hallway, trying to do everything to fight the urge to pee.  The hallway started to become longer like the staircase.  I made a sprint through the hallway, the endless hallway seeming to go on forever.  I noticed the hallway doors to the left and right disappearing before my eyes, but I saw one door in front of me.  I ran towards the door, but the hallway seemed to keep stretching forward with each step.  Finally, the hallway stopped stretching and I reached for the knob of the door…

But it was too late.  I felt a wet patch of pee forming on my nightgown before it dripped down the legs to form a puddle.  I didn’t make it to the bathroom.  I pissed myself.  And even worse, I pulled down my nightgown and glanced at my panties.  Only it wasn’t my panties.  Instead, it was one of my sister’s diapers.  I glanced at the shade of yellow that filled the entire crotch area of the diaper.  The diaper was entirely soaked and leaking.  I then began to cry…

I woke up feeling very wet.  I got out of bed and lifted up the covers, feeling the pee-soaked night gown stick to my skin.  I glanced at the fitted sheet and mattress to see a large wet patch of pee in the center of the bed.  I could not believe my eyes.  “No no no no no no!” I cried in disbelief.  I was both embarrassed and mortified.  This was the first time that I pissed myself since I was five years old.  That’s when I heard a knock on the door.

My heart sank.  I am so dead…My heart raced as the knob turned and the door opened.

My mother stood there and immediately began to take in her surroundings before a look of shock came over her face.  She looked at me with her mouth wide open.  “Gabby…” she said in a tone that indicated that I was clearly guilty and in a lot of trouble.  “You wet the bed!  You peed all over yourself and…” she did not finish her sentence.  Instead, she angerly pointed in the direction of the bathroom.  “Just go and get a shower.  I’ll get someone to clean this up…” My mother got out her cellphone while I walked towards the bathroom.  I caught a glimpse of my cell phone before I entered the bathroom to clean up.  9:14 AM.

I hurriedly took off my pee-soaked nightgown, bra, and panties and took a shower.  When I was finished, I wrapped myself in a towel and exited the bathroom.

My mother was still standing in my room, waiting for one of our maids to go and take care of my soaked bedding. 

Trying to help the situation, I fully explained my dream to my mother. She gave me a stern look and gazed into my eyes.  “So, you tried to use the bathroom in your dream?”  She pointed to the soaked bedding.  “That was just an accident, Gabby.  Don’t let it happen again.”

To make matters worse, my mother went and brought Abby into the room.  She showed Abby the scene of my accident and pointed at me.  “You see your sister there, Abby?  Gabby had an accident.  Now big girls aren’t supposed to have accidents.  So, I will give her the benefit of the doubt for this one.  But if it happens three more times, mommy is going to take away Gabby’s underwear, and she’s going to wear Pull Ups.” She then turned her face towards me and raised her voice.  “Do I make myself clear, Gabby?”

I nodded.

But my mother wasn’t done.  She looked at me and pointed in the direction of the bed.  “Stand over there.”  She then looked back at my baby sister.  “You see Gabby there?  Gabby is a naughty girl, and mommy’s going to teach her a lesson.”  She walked over to me and firmly grabbed my neck, making me drop my bath towel.  I was now standing completely naked in front of my mother and sister.  She then pressed my face into the pee-soaked bedding.  I closed my mouth so I wouldn’t get any piss in it.  I started to lift my face up, but she pushed my face even harder into the soaked bedding.  “Don’t move!”

A few seconds later, I felt a sting of pain on my behind.  SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

My mother screamed at the top of her lungs, beating me hard with each syllable. “You! Will! Not! Wet! The! Bed! Any! More!”

My eyes filled with tears, and they began to drip onto the soaked bedding that my face was pressed into.  My mother then pulled me by the hair off of the bedding and then turned my face towards hers.

“Gabby, you have three strikes,” she warned.  “Three strikes and you lose your big girl privileges.  Don’t you dare disappoint me.”

She left the room with my sister, who looked just as numb as the other day.  Seriously.  I have never seen my sister truly happy before.  What is wrong with her?  I looked at the soaked bedding.  What is wrong with me?  I haven’t wet the bed since I was five and now a maid has to clean this up.

I thought about the accident and how much of a fluke it was.  My mother was right.  It was just an accident.  And the sharp pain that I felt from her beating reminded me of it.

But I only had three strikes.  Three strikes until I was in Pull Ups.  I haven’t worn Pull Ups since I was three years old.  That accident that I had at five was also a fluke, so there wasn’t any Pull Ups or diapers that she had me wear.  Just three strikes.  But with this bedwetting being only a fluke, I don’t expect to use any of them.

I just hoped that I was right.

Chapter 2: Pool Party

More than a week passed since my mother enforced the “Three Strikes and you’re wearing Pull Ups” rule.  Since the exact day that she enforced this rule, I have experienced numerous close calls in what could only be considered as a miracle. 

During all of last week, the need for me to pee was so bad that it resulted in me making a mad dash to my ensuite bathroom before I experienced a sudden loss of my bladder, soaking wet underwear and pajamas, and a puddle of pee on the tiled floor near the bathroom.  Every accident was narrowly avoided as I was able to sit on the toilet just as the floodgates were opening.

Despite my little victories that I was able to manage over the last week, I experienced a loss in the form of bad news from my friends.  Because of a surprise vacation that Gina’s mother just so happen to spring on her at the last minute, the pool party that was scheduled for June 7^th had to be rescheduled a week later.  Gina would be back from her trip to Florida on the 12^th leaving two days for her to rest from her vacation.  The other bad news came from Renee.  Since her aunt and uncle were visiting with her cousins, there was no sleepover on that Saturday.  Fortunately, the company was only over for the weekend, which meant that they left on June 9^th.  With her aunt, uncle, and cousins gone, next weekend would work for sure.

Sadly, my 10-day streak of being accident free was broken this morning.  Not only did I piss myself again, but I could tell that the accident was a lot worse than the one before that.

Feeling completely defeated, I stood up and walked towards the bathroom, feeling the pee-soaked pajamas stick to my legs as I walked.  As I was about to enter my bathroom, the door opened again.  I knew that it was my mother.  My heart sank as I heard the creak of the door.

I could only imagine my mother being in a good mood before she recognized the soaked fitted sheets that lay underneath the king-sized comforter.  I only had but a few seconds of reprieve before she removed the comforter that concealed the source of my accident.  I took my pajamas bottoms off and saw my mother standing there in a white cotton night gown, which hung low.  Abby was cradled in her two arms, as she calmly suckled the milk from my mother’s breast.  I know that I just peed the bed, but Abby is almost three years old.  Isn’t she too old to be breastfeeding?  I stared at her in disbelief.  “You’re not still breastfeeding her?”

My mother still could not clearly see my soaked panties as she was too focused on nursing my almost three-year-old sister that is far too old to be nursed.  She smiled at my sister and looked back at me.  “Abby’s a baby, and babies need their mother’s milk.  And Abby loves her mommy’s milk.  Don’t you, Abby?”

But my sister only produced the same weak smile that she always does.

But the change in my mother’s facial expression completely ended the moment.  She gave me a careful stare, before asking me a question that she already knew the answer to.  “So tell me, Gabby.  Did you have another dry morning?” She turned to Abby to pull her away from her breast, which resulted in Abby whining a little bit.  “It’s okay, Ab Ab.  Oh, I know it’s hard to stop.  Mommy’s milk is good, isn’t it?  Mommy promises that you’ll get more later…” she gently sat Abby down and approached me.  She felt the moist pee on my panties.  “Wet.” She ripped the panties off my waist and pointed to my bed.  She pulled the comforter back to see the damning evidence. She then thrust my face into the pee soaked sheets fitted sheets again.  I winced, just knowing what was going to happen next.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

My mother once again gave me one hard smack against my bottom with each syllable.  “Bad! Gah!  Bee!  You! Only! Have! Two! More! Strikes!  Do! Not! Pee! Your! Bed! Uh! Gan!”

My cheeks were growing puffy and I was crying on the last couple of smacks.  I knew that strike two and three would result in more beatings, so I resolved to try my best to avoid any more accidents.

Abby then looked up at my mother and whined again.  “Mo mak mama!  Mo mak!”

My mother nodded and scooped Abby back up into her arms.  She then glanced at me with a glare.  “Get in the shower.  I need to call the maid again to clean up your accident.  Remember, Gabby.  Two more strikes and you’re back in Pull Ups.” She then turned to face Abby.  “Time for more milkies, Abbycadabry…” she exited my bedroom with my sister, who was wearing a pale yellow short sleeved onesie bodysuit with three snappable buttons in the crotch area.  She looked more like an infant than an older toddler that was about to turn three.

My bottom still stung with the pain that I felt from the beating that I just received. Despite the beating, I thought of my little sister again.  Why does my mother always baby her?  Abby’s got just one year left.  If she is not potty trained by then, she will not be able to attend preschool.  I winced again and got in the shower.

As I rinsed off the shampoo and began lathering my body, I heard the vibrations of my cell phone on the bathroom counter.

BUZZ! BUZZ!  BUZZ!

That sounded like an incoming phone call.   I quickly finished cleaning up and got out of the shower.  I dried off my shoulders, arms, and hands and drew a design on the cell phone to unlock it.  There was a missed call and a missed text.  I checked the missed text that was from Gina: Pool party is at 2:00.  Picking you up at 1:30. Be ready to go by then.  I glanced at the time on my phone.  8:34 AM.

I wrapped my breasts and my waist in two towels and walked over to my dresser to put on my clothes for the day.  I opened up one drawer and got out a bra.  I put it on and I began to notice signs of wear around the bra.  The straps and the cups were all stretched out.  The underwire was totally bent out of shape.  The color that used to be a vibrant red was now faded.  The straps were loose, which wasn’t the case when I wore this brand new.  It used to fit me perfectly.  None of the other bras were any better as most of them showed signs of wearing out.  If I was going to the mall with Renee tomorrow, I was definitely going to buy some more bras.  But in the meantime, this crappy bra will just have to do for now.

I pulled open the other drawer and put on a red pair of panties.

To immediately remedy the discomfort of the loose straps around my bra that were bothering me, I picked out an outfit in my closet.  A yellow floral knee length sun dress.  My mother wouldn’t let me wear crop tops as it would show the bare skin between my bust and my waist.  So, this sun dress would meet my mother’s approval.

My mother had to do some more work in the lab so I could help myself to breakfast as I did on the other mornings.  She placed Abby in her mini playpen in her bedroom, while an endless playlist of children’s videos played on her wall TV.

But did not liberate me from being Abby’s personal 24-hour babysitter.  It was my responsibility to check Abby’s diaper and change her as needed.  My responsibility to feed her at the scheduled times and give Abby her nap after lunchtime.  My responsibility to play with Abby and keep her entertained.  For most of the days, I managed to change Abby, feed her, and put her down for a nap.  For the rest of the time, I spent it in my room either reading or playing more games on my Nintendo Switch.

I poured a bowl of Golden Grahams and drenched it with milk until the bowl was full.  I ate the cereal and drank the milk which had the taste of the Golden Grahams residue.

I was not allowed to have coffee as my mother believed that it would “stunt my growth”.  With me being almost 16 at 4 foot 10 inches, I don’t think that my growth can be stunted any more than it already is.  My last growth spurt was when I was 13 years old, which resulted in me growing three more inches over the course of the summer.  With coffee being off limits, I poured myself a glass of apple juice, as my mother had a lot of this in the fridge because it was Abby’s preferred drink besides milk.  I also needed to take my vitamin, so I unscrewed the childproof cap on the Centrum multivitamins and took one with my apple juice.

After my breakfast, I went upstairs to check on my developmentally immature little sister.  I entered her bedroom and from the smell, I immediately knew that I had another diaper to change.

I glanced down at Abby, who was mindlessly sucking on her pacifier as usual.  Her eyes were glazed as she stared at the television completely mesmerized in a state of stupor.  I glanced down at her Gerber short sleeved onesie bodysuit, which was white with patterns of roses all over it.  To my relief, it wasn’t a blowout this time.

I put Abby on the changing table and proceeded to change her messy diaper as quickly as possible.  Abby did not move or squirm the entire time.  She just kept mindlessly sucking away on her pink pacifier.  About five minutes later, I had Abby’s messy diaper all wadded up into a ball and had just finished fastening the tapes onto the landing zone of a new size 3 Pampers Swaddlers diaper.  I just used the last diaper, so the next change would require that I open up a new box containing 168 diapers.  A new month supply.  I snapped the two crotch buttons on the onesie bodysuit and sat Abby back in her crib.  Her facial expression remained unchanged.  I left my baby sister’s bedroom and crossed the hall into my bedroom. 

I began packing a small bag of things that I would be taking over to Gina’s pool party.  An orange floral one-piece swimsuit with white floral patterns covering the entire suit.  A two-piece suit was out of the question, as my mother would never allow me to wear something that she would consider to be “inappropriate”.  The sun dress that I was wearing would serve as the change of clothes after I was done swimming in Gina’s pool for the day.  I also packed a towel and a pair of flip flops to wear while I was out on the poolside.

I spent the next three hours playing Super Mario Odyssey.  I just reached the Seaside Kingdom when I glanced at the time.  It was almost noon, which meant that it was time for me to feed Abby her lunch.

Just as I reached the doorpost of my room, I felt a very strong urge to pee.  I began to squirm around, pressing my hands over my pelvis before running to my private ensuite bathroom.  But running made it worse.  I felt the first drops of pee begin to empty as I rushed over to the toilet and dropped my panties down.  I sat down on the seat, hearing the sound of my close call reverberate in the toilet bowl for the next 30 seconds.

I glanced down at my panties to check the damage.  Only a tiny dime shaped patch of pee sat inside the cotton fabric near the crotch, with drops of pee forming a path along the tiled floor from the door to the toilet.  I wiped myself, and then used the toilet paper to wipe up all the other drops.  The tiny drop of pee would certainly dry later, so I would not be found out by my mother.  I also didn’t want to get a second strike today, as that would come complete with another round of spankings.

I washed my hands and left the bathroom.  I walked across the hallway to Abby’s bedroom to find Abby still sitting in her mini playpen.  She was sitting slouched on top of a blanket while she quietly snored.  Her pink pacifier fell out of her mouth and was on the floor next to her.

I quietly unsnapped Abby’s onesie to do a diaper check.  While I didn’t smell any poop, I noticed that the wetness indicator was almost completely blue.  With that being the case, I decided to feed her lunch before changing her into a new diaper.

After I resnapped the crotch buttons on the onesie, I roused Abby awake.

“Abs…” I told her.  “Are you ready for lunch time?”

Abby gave me a flat nod and stood up.  She followed me out of the room all the way before the staircase, before she glanced at me expectantly.

This was my cue to pick her up and carry her down the stairs.  This was the safest thing to do as the stairs were still too steep for Abby’s petite legs.  As I mentioned before, she has the build of an 18-month-old, which served as no surprise to me as I was not even 5 feet tall.  I’m guessing that shortness runs in the Rivers family…

We got to the bottom of the stairs and I entered the kitchen.  I placed Abby in her highchair and prepared two grilled cheese sandwiches.  One for me and one for her.  For Abby’s portion, I cut her sandwich in half and ate the other half.  With the remaining half, I cut it into much smaller pieces to fit into her tiny mouth.

As I was about to bring the plate of grilled cheese sandwich squares onto Abby’s highchair, Abby pounded her hands on the tray of the highchair.

“Hun-ghee Gaw-bee!” she whined.  “Hun-ghee!”

I produced the best smile that I could while I pointed at the food that I was about to feed to her.  “It’s right here, Abby!” I told her.  “Grilled cheese sandwich!  Yum! Yum!”

That answer was enough to quiet my little sister, who glanced at the food with a quiet stare.

Over the next few minutes, I fed Gabby all of the squares, making sure that she chewed and swallowed every piece.  When the food was finished, I ate my grilled cheese sandwich.

I then took Abby back upstairs to her room.  I had her sit in her mini playpen while I prepared a baby bottle filled with apple juice for her.

Before I prepared the apple juice for Abby, I poured a glass for myself and gulped it down.  I then focused my attention on the bottle.  While I was in the kitchen preparing the bottle of apple juice, my mother surprised me from behind.

My mother gave me a piercing glare.  “How’s Abby?”

I gave her a confident smile as I screwed the nipple onto the baby bottle.  “I just fed Abby lunch and I’m going to give Abby her bottle now.”

My mother smiled, which was something that she only did when things were going perfectly.  “Good girl.  When you’re done feeding her, change her diaper and put her down for her nap.  I’m going to make some lunch and continue working.”

A feeling of anxiety came over me, as I knew that this would be the perfect opportunity to ask my mother about Gina’s pool party.  If my mother wanted me to learn more responsibility, then she would let me go to Gina’s.  “Mom?” I asked, as she was about to make herself a sandwich.

“Yes Gabby?” She asked as she began to walk towards the fridge.

“Can I go over to Gina’s house for a pool party?” I asked, strongly hoping that my mother would not shoot my request down.  “It’s even hotter than last week and I would like to get out and enjoy her pool…”

My mother sighed as she began to spread some mayonnaise on the second slice.  She sat the knife down and pointed outside.  “Gabby, we have a nice pool out in the back.  If you want to go swimming, why not use that one while Abby is taking her nap?”

I sighed, as I tried to figure out a way to counter my mother’s argument.  “I know, mother.” I told her, as I nervously bit my lip.  “It’s a very nice pool, but I would be all by myself.  Gina’s pool is bigger and she’ll be having a lot of friends over!  Please mother?”

My mother then gave me a victorious smirk.  “This morning, I had to call the maid to change your bedding for the second time.  10 days ago, she had to change it and now you’re on your first strike.  Why don’t you play with your sister?  You don’t need to go to a pool party.”

“I know, mother,” I continued, determined not to let this opportunity slip through my fingers.  “But how many times have I had an accident during the day?”

My mother was now getting some chopped seafood out of the fridge.  She sat the seafood down and paced over to where I was standing.  She lifted up my sun dress and inspected my panties.  To my relief, the dime-sized patch of pee was not visible.  “Dry.” She told me.  “I don’t know. Let me think about it.”

I frowned, determined to have a win against my mother.  “Well mother,” I continued.  “How am I going to start acting like an adult?  Both of my friends already have their learner’s permits and they’ll both be getting their provisional licenses in two months.  I have never even driven a car yet and it’s been years since you let me go to a friend’s house.  Do you want me to be a responsible adult?”

My mother was just about to assemble her seafood sandwich.  She let out a deep sigh and sat the sandwich half down.  “Yes Gabby.” She told me.  “I do want you to be a responsible adult.  I’ll let you go to the pool party, but under only one condition.”

I could feel the pent-up excitement inside of me about to explode.  “Name it, mother.”

“Do you see the time, Gabby?” she said, pointing at her cell phone clock.  “It is 12:43 PM.  I need you to be home by 10:00 PM sharp.  If you’re not home by then, there will be consequences.”

I nodded, as I knew very well what consequences meant.  Consequences was just my mother’s way of saying spankings.  I winced at the thought of receiving another round of them and I could still feel the soreness in my bottom from this morning.

My mother took a bite out of her sandwich and gave me another look.  “What time are you being picked up?”

“1:30.” I answered her.

“Abby doesn’t get up from her nap until two.” She told me.  “How about this?  Feed Abby her bottle and change her diaper.  Then put her down for her nap.  After that, you can go to your friend’s pool party.”

I gave my mother a hug.  “Thank you, mother!”

My mother gave me a pensive nod as I left the room.

I took the baby bottle filled with apple juice upstairs and entered my sister’s room.  She was still in the same position that I left her, her eyes glazed over at the television screen while she calmly sucked her thumb.  When she saw me holding the bottle of apple juice, she let go of her thumb and gave me a weak smile.

I placed Abby in my lap and I tilted the bottle towards her mouth.  I placed the nipple between her lips, and she began calmly sucking down the apple juice.  I did this until the bottle was completely empty.

Changing Abby’s diaper was next.  From when I last checked the diaper, it was now about to leak.  I took off the soggy diaper and cleaned her up.  I wiped, applied cream, and and opened up the new box of 168 diapers.  I tore open one of the plastic sleeves and took out a new diaper.  I then powdered both her and the core of the new diaper.  I folded the diaper between her legs up to her waist and fastened both tapes to the landing zone.  I then resnapped the crotch buttons on her onesie and disposed the soggy diaper into the diaper genie.

I then hoisted Abby over the railing of her crib and got the pink pacifier from her mini playpen and stuck it in her mouth.  I covered her up in a blanket and spun the mobile above her.  She calmly sucked on her pacifier and began to squint her eyes.  “Have a nice nap, Abs.”

That’s when I heard the honk of the car horn.  It was 1:23. Gina was 7 minutes early.

I picked up my backpack purse that had my swimsuit and towel and left carrying my cellphone.  As I made a quick sweeping glance in the kitchen, my mother was already back to work.

I left the Rivers Estate and glanced out to notice a black Mercedes-Benz sedan parked at the top of the paved circle that went around a large fountain.  I could see Gina in the driver’s side of the car, with her mother in the passenger side.

I got in on the rear driver’s side and plopped my purse beside me.

Gina turned her head back to face me.  “Gabby, there’s already 10 people there and there’s supposed to be 30 people.  Are you ready to go swimming?”

I nodded.  “It’s a wonder that I was able to escape.” I said in a joking tone.  “I basically have babysitter duties for my little sister 24/7.”

Gina’s mother looked back at me and smiled.  “Don’t worry about the duties.  They all grow up sooner or later.  Tina just finished college at Yale and Toby is three years into his job as a program developer for Microsoft.”

I nodded as I began thinking about my sister in the back of my head.  By the way that my mother is treating her, she’ll have her in daycare for the rest of her life.  My mother really needs to back off on babying my sister and let her grow up.  I can already see the damage that she has done to her development.  As much as I wanted to share this with Gina, I couldn’t as this was much too embarrassing of a matter to bring up.  I decided to change the subject, as I glanced at the empty car seat.  “Where’s Renee?”

“Oh,” Gina smiled.  “She’s already at my place.  We’re just here to pick you up.  Are you ready?  Let’s go!”

Gina shifted the car into drive and we were off.  I could feel the strong blast of the air conditioning that made the interior of the Mercedes-Benz comfortable.

About 15 minutes later, we arrived at a gate that was similar to the Estate that I lived in, but the mansion looked a little bigger and had only one guest house, which looked bigger than the guest houses back at the Rivers Estate.

The gate attendant let Gina in and the luxury car smoothly coasted down the private road made of dressed concrete.  The property of Gina’s estate looked to be about twice the size of my mother’s estate.  There was a large motorcade, which served as a parking area for plenty of guests.  An oval driveway circled around a set of twin fountains and branched off towards the main house and a large eight car garage to the right.

Gina pressed the button which opened one of the garage doors. She carefully guided the car into the garage and then carefully parked it between two other luxury cars.  She shifted the gear into park, and we got out.

Gina’s mother gave us the okay to head out to the pool area.  Gina opened up the gate which led into a swimming pool that looked to be about three times larger than the swimming pool at my mother’s mansion.  There was also a large whirlpool, which Gina told me could hold about 12 people. A spacious sauna was nearby which I was told could hold 10 people.  The swimming pool had a slide with a maximum depth of 12 feet.  The first half of one of the three sections was shallow, which was perfect for any of her other younger cousins, nieces, or nephews.

Renee was already in her swimsuit, lounging on one of the pool chairs, waiting for both Gina and I to change into our swimsuits.  The music was playing from speakers that were carefully hidden around the pool area.

Gina gave me an excited smile.  “Let’s go change into our suits!”

I nodded as I glanced at the swimming pool, which was still empty. Even though my escape from my babysitting duties was only temporary, I could just tell that I was about to have a lot of fun at this pool party.  And with a few more friends entering the pool area, I knew that the fun has just begun.

Chapter 3: No “P” in the OOL

Inadequate.  Insufficient.  These two words filled my mind as I entered Gina’s mansion.  While I thought that my mother had a fairly nice estate, all of my thoughts and feelings about that were dashed to the ground as I walked onto the white marble titles that filled the lobby, which featured a grand staircase with a large lit chandelier that hung from the cathedral ceiling.  Warm vibrant colors filled the room, with the staircase fully carpeted in a crimson red.  The railing was wooden and finely burnished and led all the way up to a spacious landing at the top of the staircase.  The flooring on the second floor wrapped around in opposite directions, each indicating a different wing in this massive estate.  I almost turned right but was stopped by Gina.

“No Gabby,” she told me.  “That is my parent’s private wing.  My room is on the wing to the left.  Follow me.”

Looking a little embarrassed, I trailed behind Gina and allowed her to lead me to her bedroom. 

As I walked down the long hallway, the open doors indicated just how much more private space Gina had than I did.  A private study which looked like a miniature library was full of bookshelves with a large study table complete with a laptop with three large screens to the left of it, with a USB keyboard, mouse, and a large leather office chair.  A cozy sofa with a blanket and pillow sat on the far side of the room, with a coffee table nearby, and a backpack that was leaning against one of the legs. A grand piano sat in the center of the study, with various compositions stacked nearby on a raised table nearby.

The next room looked like what I could only describe to be the very best gaming room that I have ever seen.  A large QLED TV that looked to be more than 70 inches hung on the far side of the room, with hanging cabinets dispensing various different video game consoles and accessories.  Other shelves sat nearby lining half of the walls around the room, displaying various different video game discs and cartridges.  A tall bookshelf to the left of the extensive video game collection displayed various strategy guides and booklets that looked like Manga.  A computer desk sat on the right side of the room, with a curved display of three monitors mounted on the wall with a see-through computer tower and keyboard that lit up in various different colors from left to right, and a gaming mouse with an ergonomic grip.  A gaming chair sat next to the gaming PC and a white chenille upholstered sofa sat just behind the hanging cabinets and the gigantic TV.  A strong nudge against my shoulder prompted me to turn around and face Gina as she stood there, waiting for me to continue following her.

“I love that room.” Gina told me.  “Because of my older brother and older sister, I have always loved video games growing up.  That room was originally Toby’s, and then he had to share it with Tina, and then finally me.  The entire room has been updated last year and it has all the latest in furniture and electronics.  We can play at Renee’s tomorrow, as we are only going to be out by the pool today.”

I nodded, as I remembered today’s forecast being almost 90 degrees, without a single cloud in the sky.

We passed by a couple of other rooms, which were both almost vacant, with the exception of a queen-sized bed in each room.  I could only guess from what Gina described of her siblings that these two rooms used to belong to them.

Gina opened the door at the end of the hallway to reveal a sprawling bedroom that looked almost twice the size of my room at home.  White walls lined the entire diameter of the room, with the floor covered entirely in fuchsia carpeting.  Three pairs of white pillows in decreasing size all sat on a king-sized bed with a white comforter.  Just past the bed was a door that led into a walk-in closet.  Another TV sat mounted on the wall across from the bed, with three tall sets of drawers lined left to right.  Floor to ceiling windows lined one wall and another adjacent wall which was right next to a door that led into an ensuite bathroom.

Gina stared at me, about to take off her shirt.  “Gabby, you are free to use the bathroom to go and change.  I’ll wait for you…”

I nodded and entered Gina’s ensuite bathroom.  The first difference that I immediately noticed from my own bathroom was that there was a path that led both ways.  The path to the right led to a smaller room with a vanity and various cosmetics sitting on the counter.  The path to the left led to a spacious bathroom with a walk-in shower that was larger than the one at home.  It had numerous different shower jets and what looked like an electronic temperature display and a shampoo, conditioner, and body wash dispenser, with a pair of shower loofahs hanging on a couple of metal hooks.  A fancy tub sat further back in the bathroom near a window that overlooked the backyard of the mansion.  The angle that it offered allowed me to barely see what was the start of the swimming pool to the right.

The toilet was definitely different than the one at home.  It had a remote control and the brand was Toto.  Since I only had a small urge to pee, I pulled down my panties and sat down on the fancy toilet.  When I was finished, I pressed the flush button, which caused a small tube to extend out inside the toilet bowl.  It then sprayed a strong blast of water until the toilet flushed completely.

After that, I took off my sun dress and unzipped my purse.  I got out my orange floral one-piece swimsuit and put it on.  I was now officially ready for the pool party.  I grabbed my towel and flip flops out of my purse.  I put the flip flops on and grabbed my cellphone in case I wanted to get any pictures at the pool party.  I also wanted to keep track of time, since I remembered my mother’s strict curfew of 10:00 PM.

I walked out of the large bathroom to find Gina standing right next to me, wearing a two-piece lavender bikini and black flip flops.  Her mother was clearly more lenient when it came to what she wore.  There is no way that my mother would ever let me wear a two-piece bikini, as I was certain that she would give me a spanking if she even saw me with one on.

Gina glanced at my one-piece swimsuit and gave me a pensive look.  After a few moments, she looked back at her bikini.  “So your mom won’t let you wear a bikini?” she finally said.

I let out a deep sigh.  “Yes.  My mother is the most strict when it comes to everything that I do.  I am surprised that she even lets me play video games.”

Gina frowned.  “Well, I would lend you a bikini to wear, but it would be too big on you.  What did you say your height was?  4 foot 10?”

I nodded with my face down as I felt my small body.

“Well, I’m 5 foot 2 so this would not fit you.” Gina told me.  “These would more likely fit Renee, since she’s 5 foot 3, but she doesn’t need any of my bikinis.”

I began to follow Gina as she left her bedroom.

Gina gave me a curious glance as we continued to walk through her wing of the mansion.  “Gabby, you mentioned how you have to babysit your little sister 24/7.  You make it sound like it’s a chore.  Is it really that bad?”

I nodded and gave her a grimace.  “Gina,” I told her.  “My little sister Abby is almost three years old and my mother has not once began to potty train her.  She is not even in Pull Ups yet.  She wears diapers 24/7 and I have to change almost every one…”

Gina gasped as we were approaching the staircase.  “Why would your mother do such a thing?  Your poor sister…Doesn’t she want her to go to preschool?  Rochambeau won’t take her if she’s still wearing diapers at four.”

I sighed.  “I’ve had this conversation with my mother before, and all she wants to do is baby her.”

Gina gave me a hug after we got to the bottom of the staircase.  “I’m sorry to hear about your strict mother treating your little sister that way.  Anyway, if you ever need to talk to me about this more, let me know.  Call me or text me.  She needs to stop being babied by your mother so she can grow into a big girl.  Now, before we go out there, I need to tell you about the guys from Landon.  There are five of them, and my mother works with the father of the one that I know.  His name is Jim.  The other ones are his friends.  Travis, Jordan, Francis, and Dave.  But Jim…” Gina’s face blushed.  “Hands off Jim!  He’s mine!”

I continued to follow Gina through the grand staircase and through a set of doors that led into a large dining room.  The kitchen was to the right and a larger room was to the left.  I pointed left.  “What’s in that room?” I asked Gina.

“Oh,” Gina said, stopping suddenly.  “That’s the ballroom.  I use it every Wednesday evening with my parents and other friends for dancing.  It’s also used a lot on the weekends, too…”

Gina kept taking me forward to another door that led into a spacious living room.  A large set of French glass exterior double doors sat at the end of the living room, and it led out to the back yard, where the swimming pool was.

We walked out to the back, where I saw a large crowd of girls, all wearing swimsuits.  Most of them wore two-piece suits while a few of them wore just a one-piece.  The five guys stood in their own group to the right of the girls.  Four of them wore swimming trunks and one of them wore a Speedo.

The music was playing around the pool.  It sounded like Reggae music.  Different appetizers and finger foods sat on various tables on the deck that overlooked the poolside.  Open coolers of non-alcoholic drinks sat near the tables around the deck.

Renee walked up to me wearing a yellow bikini.  She handed me a can of Pitch Black Mountain Dew Energy drink.  “Drink this, Gabby!” she shouted.  It’s totally goat.”
“No!” another girl shouted.  “Have her drink a Bubly!”

Renee shook her head.  “No Brittany.  She can drink a Bubly later.  I want her to feel the buzz.  Energy drink make my brain go brrrrr!”
I felt the can in my hand and immediately felt the icy sting of coldness and could only surmise that Renee just grabbed that can out of an ice cold cooler.  I shrugged my shoulder and cracked open the can.  I began taking a couple sips and could taste a strong citrusy flavor.

“No!” Renee told me.  “You gotta chug it!”

“Yes!” Brittany shouted.  “Chug chug chug chug!”

“Chug chug chug chug!” the girls around her began chanting.

I sighed, as I began chugging the soda energy drink.  A few seconds later, it was gone.

I glanced and heard cheers coming from the girls that were chanting.  I immediately recognized that I had classes with almost every one of those girls when attending my sophomore year at Madeira.

Brittany scooped a can out of the cooler and stepped down from the deck.  She made a full dash over to where I was standing and handed me a can of orange Bubly.  “Here!” she said, sounding very hyper.  “You can have it now.  Chug it, Gabby!”

“Chug chug chug chug!” the girls all chanted nearby.

I held the can and glared at her.  “One more can.”  I cracked open the can and guzzled down the orange Bubly in a matter of seconds. “There Brittany.  Are you happy?”

Brittany nodded, giving me her caffeine-induced smile.

After that, I walked over with Gina and Renee to where the guys were standing.  Brittany was tagging along behind us.

That’s when I noticed my eyes meeting a guy wearing blue Hawaiian trunks.  Gina gave me a soft pinch on the side as what I knew to be a firm reprimand from her regarding the boy that she had a crush on.  “That’s Jim…” she said to me in a hushed tone.

But Jim glanced at me and smiled.  He walked up to where me, Gina, and Renee were standing, near a row of lounge chairs.

“I don’t think that I have ever seen you before,” he told me.  “I know Gina, but who are you?”

I managed a smile, trying not to steal this boy away from my best friend.  “I’m…G…Gabby…” I stammered.  “Gabby Rivers.”

At this, Jim gasped.  “Rivers?  Do you live at the Rivers Estate?”

I nodded.  “Yeah.  I’ve lived there all my life…”

I noticed that Jim was still in a state of disbelief.  “Do you have a sister named Abby?”

I sighed when I thought about my poor little sister.  “Yeah.  I know the little stinker.  Why?”

“Okay.” He said, starting to get very nervous.  “Well, nevermind…”

Jim walked back over to another side of the pool to where the guys were standing.

Meanwhile, Gina looked upset.

“Wait!” Gina shouted.  “How does he know about your sister? I never once mentioned it to him…”
I gasped.  “I have no idea.  I never told him anything either….”

“Could he be spying on you?” Renee suggested.

I shook my head. “Impossible.  My mother has a security system so he would’ve been spotted.”

Gina tapped the side of my swimsuit.  “What are we doing with these suits still dry?  Let’s get in the pool!”

The three of us all walked into a set of stairs that led into the shallow end while Brittany just ran to the deep end and jumped off the diving board, making a cannonball into the pool.

I got off the set of stairs and was now in the pool, the water now up to my ankles.  I waded forward and stood up again.  The water was now up to my knees.  After making a few more steps, I felt the drop off into the deep end.

Moments later, the remaining 21 girls all began to enter the pool.  A group of five formed a line around the diving board and jumped in one by one.  The remaining girls either jumped in through the sides into the deep end or made the same entry into the pool as me, Gina, and Renee, taking the stairs into the shallow end and wading towards the deep end.

The five guys all crowded around the diving board.  While four of them made cannonballs, Jim attempted what looked like an Olympic dive.

With all the girls in the pool now, Gina decided on a game that we should all play.  The game was water polo and we played in teams of six, while the seventh on each team kept the score. The remaining 11 swapped out if any of the girls needed a break.  While I didn’t play center, I was one of the two wings playing defense.

The ball approached our team’s goal a number of times, and I had to pass the ball back to one of the flats in offense, who then passed the ball to Staci, who was our point girl.

About a half hour later, we all switched positions and I was one of the holes now. This required me to move the ball to the point girl on our team more often.

Overall, we ended up playing two games of water polo, which took about an hour.

After that, we all decided to just swim casually around the pool.  At this point, I really felt a strong need to pee, having chugged the Mountain Dew energy drink and Bubly earlier.  That need to pee quickly vanished, as I felt a warm spot as I swam past a group of around five or six girls.

Those same girls all swam in my direction and felt the warm spot in the pool.  One of the girls who felt the spot was Staci, who played water polo a little earlier.

“Wait,” Staci gasped.  “I just felt something warm.  Did anyone else feel that?  How about you, Lana?”

Lana nodded and glanced at the other girls.  “I felt it too!”

Brittany, who was next to Lana and Staci, was now making a sweeping glance around the pool.  “Did someone just pee in the pool?”

Every girl was asked if they peed in the pool and the denials proceeded through the whole pool.  Even the guys were asked if they peed in the pool, but they, like the girls, denied it.

Finally, being the last girl to be asked, it got to my turn.  All of the other girls were staring at me now.  Gina was giving me a curious stare.

“Gabby,” Gina asked me.  “Did you pee in the pool?”

My face blushed, and before I could say anything, a girl spoke up.

“It was her!” she shouted.  “I was with Lana, Staci, and Brittany when I ended up swimming right next to Gabby.  I could feel this stream of warmth as I swam behind her…”

“So you felt that, Sophie?” Gina asked her.  “Gabby, please tell us. Did you pee in the pool?”

The embarrassment was more than what I could take.  I was so embarrassed that I didn’t even realize that I was creating another warm spot in the pool.  “Yes…” I confessed sheepishly, looking away from the other girls.

Lana was right next to me and she felt my warm spot in the pool.  “And she’s doing it again!”

All of the girls gasped and began backing away from me.  A few of them groaned in disgust while a number of them gave me negative remarks.

“You peed in the pool?  You know there are places called bathrooms to do that.”

“How could you?”

“Gross.”

“Oh, that’s disgusting.  Now we have to swim in her piss?”

“Gabby….”

“Hey Gabby!” Staci shouted.  “No p in the ool!”

“It’s too late!” Brittany shouted.  “The ool now has plenty of pee in it!”

I finally said something to my defense.  “Hey!” I shouted to all of them.  “So I peed in the pool.  Isn’t that what the chlorine’s for? To kill all of the bacteria?”

Gina nodded.  “Yes Gabby, but you can’t just use the pool as a toilet.  Now the pee will gradually be filtered out.  But please Gabby.  If you have to pee again, please pee in one of the bathrooms inside.  There’s 12 bathrooms!  Don’t tell me that you can’t find one to go in.  Well, 11.  My parent’s bathroom is off limits.”

We all took a break from swimming, and we all dried off from our towels.  While Gina, Renee, and Brittany didn’t tease me, I was not off the hook for the rest of the girls.  They called me the pee swimmer and gave warnings to stay away from me if I got back in the pool.  We helped ourselves to shrimp with cocktail sauce, caviar, lobster rolls, stuffed mushrooms, and various other appetizers.

We then continued talking for a few hours before deciding to give the pool a second round.

Instead of following them into the pool, I went by myself into the whirlpool.  I took a short dip and then got out.  I wanted to check the time on my cell phone so I dried off and checked the time display.  My jaw dropped 7:57. I only had two hours to get home.  Two hours before I would be in a lot of trouble from my mother.  And with the pool party showing no sign of winding down, I needed to tell Gina, and fast!

Chapter 4: Ultimatum

8:00 PM.  Exactly two hours remained before I needed to be back home at the Rivers Estate.  Considering the various punishments that I have received from my mother in the past, I certainly didn’t want to put her to the test.  Not only could I potentially risk not being able to go to a friend’s house again, but there could also be some additional consequences associated with breaking my mother’s strict 10:00 PM curfew.  One that I considered to be much too early for a Friday night. 

I might have even considered 11:00 PM to be more acceptable.  And if it was midnight, that would definitely be manageable.  But 10:00?  For goodness sake, mother.  I am almost 16 years old, and I would like to at least have some semblance of responsibility and maturity.  Something that my poor sister Abby just didn’t have.  And I blamed it on mother, as she was simply overwatering a plant.  She was stunting Abby’s growth and would simply not allow my sister to grow up.  Why did she offer the privilege to me, and not to her?

8:04 PM.  I received a tap on the shoulder from Renee.  My eyes darted around, looking for Gina, but she was nowhere to be found.  I glanced over at Renee and smiled.  “What is it, Renee?”

Renee pointed over to the spacious hot tub.  “The hot tub is finally empty.  Would you like to join me for some discussion?  Some of it has to do with tomorrow’s plans.”

I nervously glanced around, trying to see where Gina wandered off to.  “Sure,” I told her.  “But where’s Gina?  Is she anywhere around the pool?  I can’t seem to find her anywhere.”

Renee nodded.  “Oh.  Gina told me that she was off to the bathroom.  After a couple sodas and all those appetizers, she had to answer that call of duty…” she then whispered into my ears.  “This is between you and me, but she told me that she was in a hurry.  That she was about to shit her pants…”

I frowned as I glanced at the bottom of my one-piece swimsuit.  “Um, suit?” I told her.  “She would shit her suit, not pants…”

Renee laughed.  “Oh Gabby.  You are always so literal!  So yeah.  Wanna join me in the hot tub for a few?”

I nodded and followed Renee to the completely vacant hot tub.  Renee rotated the nearby dial to turn the jets on in the hot tub.

8:08 PM.  We both stepped into the hot tub, and I kept nervously glancing around, hoping to spot Gina.

Renee recognized my anxiety and frowned.  “Gab, what’s your problem?”

I sighed.  “It’s the stupid curfew that my mother set.  I have to be home by 10:00 or I am going to be in so much trouble.”

Renee gave me an understanding nod.  “Oh.  Okay.  Well, I’m very sorry that I can’t help you.  My mother is not going to pick me up until 11:00.  Mostly everyone is going to take off at that time.  Maybe you can try to get her attention when she comes back?”

I nodded, as I felt the intense heat and the current from the bubbles that were surfacing in the whirlpool, which I could tell was bigger than the one that I sat in back at home.  For comparison, this whirlpool looked to be a little more than twice as big, reducing the one at home to a mere kiddy pool.  I felt the warm current of bubbles fizzing up into my hands, covering them with a frothy foam.

Renee frowned at the foam that was all over the hot tub.  “It’s not supposed to foam.  They don’t have the chemicals right, or somebody didn’t bathe before getting in.  Anyway, I was thinking that we could all go to the mall.  It would be you, me, Gina, and Brittany.”

I scowled when she mentioned Brittany.  “Do we have to bring her along?  She’s such a poser.  Not to mention very hyper at times…”

Renee shrugged her shoulders.  “Don’t look at me.  Over the past few months, both Gina and Brittany have gotten to be very good friends.  You heard about Brittany’s family, right?”

I shook my head.  “What happened?”

“They both died in a tragic car accident.  She now lives with her wealthy aunt.  She’s what you would call new money.  That, and Gina is just genuinely nice to everyone.  So I was like ‘What the hay.   Brittany can come along.’.”

I nodded.  “Okay.  I guess that kind of explains some of Brittany’s acting out.  She’s enjoying this new lifestyle.  A new house.  A new school.  A new life…”

“Yes.” Renee said with a nod.  “Wasn’t it only this year that Brittany started attending Madeira?”

“Yeah, “ I said with a smirk.  “And she stuck out like a sore thumb.  Not polite.  Not proper.  She definitely needs finishing school…”

Renee nodded.  “I think that Gina told me.  Her aunt already made her attend a school like that.  She learned all the manners, norms, and expectations.”

8:15 PM.  Our discussion of Brittany could not have come at a more perfect time.  Brittany approached the hot tub, glancing down at both Renee and I.  “Oooh!” she shouted.  “What are you two talking about?  Can I listen?  Is this about going to the mall tomorrow and the sleepover?  Gina invited me.  Yeah, it’s going to be so lit!  Here I come!”

Brittany leaped forward into the hot tub, which splashed both Renee and me with hot foamy water.

Renee gave her a surprised look.  “Um Brittany?  Remember…Finishing school…”

Brittany nodded.  “Yeah yeah yeah…Finishing school.  I’m expert at finishing school.  Totes expert, my besties…” She grabbed a handful of foam and lathered it on her chin.  “Look at me!  I’m the bearded lady!”

Renee gave Brittany a playful shove.  “You’re a goofball.  Where did you come from, the circus?”

Brittany shook her head.  “Nope!  But I’m ready to chug some more drinks!  Are you, Gabby?  Or should I say pee girl?  You know, Gabby.  The pool is for swimming.  Not peeing…”

Renee gave her a frustrated and impatient sigh.  “She knows, Brittany.  Just cut it out…”

Brittany sighed when she saw Renee shut down her attempt to tease me.  “Well hey!  I’m just stating the obvious.”  She glanced at the pool ahead of her.  “Well you two, are you ready to jump back into the party pool?  Whoever can make the biggest splash wins!  One, two, three!”

The two of us both watched Brittany run towards the swimming pool and make a huge cannonball into the deep end.

8:21 PM.  Both Renee and I got out of the hot tub.  I glanced around, trying to find where Gina was.  At this point, Gina should have been finished going to the bathroom by now.  I don’t care how big the waste was.  She should have been finished at this point.  Just where was she and why was she taking so long?

8:23 PM.  Both Renee and I sit down and stick our legs into the deep end of the pool.  We pushed ourselves forward and were back in the pool again.  Much to Brittany’s disappointment, neither of us made a cannonball into the pool like she wanted.  As I was beginning to swim, I felt a very strong urge to pee once again.  I exited the pool and wrapped a towel around myself.  I made eye contact with Renee and pointed down at my groin.

“You have to pee, Gabby?” Renee asked me.  “Hurry!  Go!  Maybe you can see where Gina is.”

8:26 PM. I entered the mansion and searched for the nearest bathroom that I could find.  I found a bathroom in a small hallway as I was leaving the living room before entering the kitchen.  I took off my suit and was able to make it just in time.  I finished up and began looking for Gina.

8:47 PM.  After spending the next 20 minutes looking for Gina, I found her at the top of the grand staircase talking with her mother.  I motioned with my hand to try to get her attention.  Gina noticed me and shook her head while she pointed to her mother.  I figured that whatever discussion that she was in, I would have to wait until her mother was finished talking to her before she could come back downstairs.

8:58 PM.  I nervously sighed as I saw the mother finally walking away from Gina.  I then saw Gina hurriedly but cautiously walk down the stairs to where I was standing.

“Sorry.” Gina told me.  “You know my mother.  Once she starts talking, you can’t get her to stop.  It was discussion after discussion.  College prep, summer plans, picking up Brittany, tomorrow’s trip to the mall, tomorrow’s sleepover, piano lessons, my summer studies…various things like that.  And let’s not forget that this discussion began right after I finished using the bathroom!”

I nervously glanced at my cell phone again.  “9:00!” I shouted.  “I have to be home in exactly one hour!”

Gina gasped.  “I’m very sorry!  If that’s the case, then we only have about 15 to 20 more minutes before we have to go up and change.  We’ll get you home before 10:00, Gabby…”

9:03 PM.  Gina walks back into the room after having a quick discussion with her mother.  “9:35 PM.” She told me.  “My mother said to be in the car by 9:35 PM.”

9:08 PM.  We were both back at the pool side and noticed a few girls still swimming in the swimming pool.  The music was still playing and the shouts indicated that everyone was still having fun.

A frustrated Renee glanced at Gina with impatience.  “What took you so long?” she shouted.

Gina gave her a smile.  “It was my mother.  You know how she can be…”

Renee laughed.  “Yeah.  Yap yap yap yap yap….A five-minute discussion can turn into an hour!  Now, are we going to do some more swimming?”

Gina shook her head.  “Can’t.  I just came out here to check on everyone.  Gabby and I need to change so that I can drive her back home before 10:00…”

Renee nodded.  “Got it.  That’s fine…”

But what wasn’t fine was the next stupid thing that I saw that happened.  Brittany just came out of nowhere and tugged Gina by the arm until she was dragged into the pool.  Both of them hit the deep end with a big splash.

9:11 PM.  Gina was climbing out of the pool, looking totally pissed.  She pointed her finger at Brittany and scowled.  “You are not going to do that anymore, or I will not invite you to another pool party.   Do I make myself clear?  HUH?  BRITTANY?!!!”

Brittany was on the verge of tears.  “Yes!  I’m so sorry Gina!  Apology hug?”

Gina nodded.  “Apology hug.  No more roughhousing, Brit…”

Both Gina and Brittany hugged, solidifying Brittany’s apology.

After that, Renee called Gina and me over to discuss plans for tomorrow.  I knew that I needed to buy some new bras, so that would be my top priority.

9:25 PM.  I stopped Renee from talking midsentence.  Gina took noticed and we both hurried back into the mansion.  I said goodbye to Renee before we hurried back in so that I can go upstairs to change back into my clothes.

9:29 PM.  I just entered Gina’s bathroom and I unzipped my backpack purse.  I quickly removed my orange floral one-piece swimsuit.  I quickly used the toilet one more time before slipping on my panties, putting my worn out and loose fitting bra back on, and putting on my yellow floral knee length sun dress.  I slipped my white pumps on and zipped my flip flops back into my backpack bag before leaving the bathroom.

9:37 PM.  Both Gina and I arrived at the garage two minutes late.  Gina got into the driver’s seat while the mother sat in the passenger seat.  I piled into the back seat behind Gina with my purse.  Gina turned on the ignition and the car backs out of the driveway.

9:40 PM. The Mercedes Benz left Gina’s parents’ estate and onto the main road.  Due to some unfortunate luck, we ended up stopping at every single stop light on the way back to the Rivers Estate.

9:56 PM.  The black Mercedes Benz pulls into the Rivers Estate, hurrying to the main building.  The gate attendant opened the gate and the car proceeded through the long driveway, taking a while to get to paved circle around the fountain where I would have to run the rest of the way to the front door.

10:00 PM.  I exited the Mercedes Benz and made a mad dash to the front door of the estate.  My heart was pounding.  I grabbed the front door of the double doors and turned the handle.  I entered the house, praying that I was not late.  Did I make it on time?  Did I meet the ultimatum?  My answer was immediately given to me by two words that sent a chill up my spine.

“You’re late!”

I checked my phone and my heart sank.  Instead of 10:00 PM, the time now read 10:01 PM.

My mother was standing there, holding out her cell phone as damning evidence of my failure to be punctual.   “Gabby, you’re late!  You’re a minute late!  What did I tell you about being punctual?”

“But mother!” I cried.

“No buts young lady!” my mother shouted. “Now you know how to tell time, don’t you?”

“But it was 10:00 when I entered the door!” I protested.  “10:00!”

“But just as you crossed the threshold, it was 10:01.” My mother grinned victoriously.  You cannot debate me on this.  The minute changed when you entered…”

“No…” I cried.

“Go upstairs and to your room,” my mother ordered.  “I will be up in a moment.”

I gulped as I slowly made my way upstairs.  I knew exactly what my mother was about to do when she gave me this order.  I was going to get another beating.  Her being up in a moment meant that she needed time to decide which disciplinary tool that she was going to use on my bottom.  I knew that it wasn’t going to be her hand this time.  Was it going to be the paddle?  The yard stick?  The belt?  I didn’t even want to think about it as I could almost feel the pain with each of the tools suggested.

I entered my room and removed my sundress.  I pulled down my panties, so I was now in a sagging bra that was ready to be thrown away.  I got onto my bed and stuck my butt out, knowing the protocol that my mother wanted for a punishment like this.  I was a bad girl.  I was late.  I totally deserved it.

Moments later, I heard the faint sound of footsteps in the hallway growing louder.  A sense of dread began to fill me as I could begin to feel the presence of my mother right behind me.

“Gabby,” my mother said from behind me.  “I gave you one simple set of directions today.  All you needed to do was be back by 10:00.  Now tell me Gabby.  Is 10:01 PM on time?”

“It isn’t…” I said in a sullen voice.

“Now Gabby, does that make you a good girl or a bad girl?”

“A bad girl…” I softly mumbled.

“Speak up!” she shouted.  “Enunciate your words, young lady!”

“A bad girl!!” I shouted, almost ready to cry. “I’m a very bad girl!”

“That is correct.  And bad girls like you get spankings.  Now Abby is already sleeping, but I will inform her of your tardiness tomorrow.  She needs to know that you were a bad girl and you got punished as a result.  I’m using the Rivers paddle.  Your grandfather’s name was on this and now your name is going to be written on it.  It’s nothing to be proud of Gabby.  Now, don’t move!”

I could hear the sound of my mother winding back before receiving the brutal blow from the paddle.  SMACK!

I winced in pain from the first blow.

My mother continued her custom of giving me one beating for each syllable.  “You! Bad! Girl! Don’t! You! “Eh! Ver! Be! Late! Ah! Gan!”

I counted my beatings.  By the twelfth blow, I was sobbing in pain.

“Put your pajamas on and go to bed,” my mother ordered.  “If I find you late one more time, I will never let you go to another pool party again.”

“What about the mall or a sleepover?” I asked her.

“Go to bed, young lady.”  My mother ordered.  “I will make my decision in the morning.”

My mother left my room and firmly closed the door behind her.

I put my panties back on and put on a nightgown.  My bottom hurt as I walked into the bathroom to get a drink of water.  I didn’t dare try to get anything to drink in the kitchen, for fear of my mother and any other punishment that she may have for disobeying her.  I turned on the faucet and began to drink a few gulps from the sink.  I turned off the faucet and painfully limped towards my bed.  I turned off the lights and got in my bed, feeling the sharp pain in my bottom as I tried to find the most comfortable position so that I could fall asleep.

That bitch!  I was only a minute late and she gave me a severe punishment to my bottom.  The punishment didn’t fit the crime.  But that didn’t matter to my mother.  It was her rules, and I had no right to object to them. And what business does she have in reporting my bad behavior to my sister?  Shouldn’t she be encouraged by good behavior instead of being subject to fear tactics from my acts of disobedience?  I deserved every blow.  I didn’t make enough of an initiative at Gina’s to leave early enough.  That’s why we got all the red lights.  And those red lights made my bottom red.  Hopefully, there will be green lights tomorrow.  Green lights in my life.

I groaned in pain as I lied in bed, trying to fall asleep.  Eventually, my body did as the pain was too much for it.  Hopefully, my mother will let me go to the mall tomorrow.  Hopefully…

Chapter 5: Mall Day

SMACK!  SMACK! SMACK!  SMACK!

I clutched my mouth shut, doing everything I possibly could to restrain myself from crying in pain.  My mother had my face firmly pressed into the large and moist patch of pee, which was pooled right in the center of the fitted sheets on the side of the bed where I slept.  With her other hand, she was whipping me hard with a belt.  The metal part of the belt stung my butt worse with each successive hit.  With the beating going on for more than a minute, I had no idea when she was going to stop hitting me.

“Gah! Bee!” She shouted, whipping me hard with each syllable.  “You! Bad! Girl! You! Own! Ly! Have!  One!  More! Strike!  Un!  Til!  You’re!  in! Pull! Ups!  Do!  Not!  Wet!  The!  Bed!  Any! More!  Do!  I!  Make!  My!  Self!  Clear!  Young!  Lay!  Dee?”

The clutching was not working, and I choked out a loud tear-filled sob of pain.

My mother then beat me a couple more times.  “Answer me, Gabby!”

“Yes mother!” I said, now unable to hold in the tears that were now flowing out of my eyes.

“Now Gabby dear, is this being a good girl?”

“No!” I sobbed, still feeling the stinging pain from the fresh wounds.  “I’m a bad girl!  A very bad girl!”

“Get a shower,” My mother said as she glared at me.

As I walked half naked towards the bathroom, I could see my mother still had her nightgown lowered with her breasts exposed.  She scooped up Abby and she began to nurse my mother’s breasts again.  My poor sister.  Almost three years old and my mother was still nursing her like an infant.

But my pain was a swift reminder that I needed to get a shower while my mom called a maid into my room to wash my soaked fitted sheet again.

“There you go, Ab-Ab.”  My mother gently cooed at my younger sister.  Gabby’s been a naughty girl.  I’m sorry you had to see that, dear.  I need to get you plenty nourished so that you can be nice and strong.  Yeah!  Are you mommy’s little baby?  You are, Abbycadabry.”

My mother left with my poor sister, leaving me to my shower.

As I took a shower, all I could feel was the stinging pain of the shower jet on my butt.  The water did nothing to ease the pain.  In fact, it worsened it.  I winced as I cleaned myself up, the drops of water feeling like prickly needles.

Considering how upset my mom was about my second accident, I had little to no hope in going to the mall with Gina and Renee today.  How was I going to buy new bras? I really needed them, despite my mother telling me that they’re “perfectly fine”.

I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist.  No sooner did I approach the counter when my cellphone began to vibrate against the sink counter.  BUZZ!  BUZZ!  BUZZ!

I sighed when I saw that it was Gina.  I swiped the answer button.  “Hello?”

“Hi Gabby!  Were you able to make it home last night?”

“No!” I said with a scowl.  “Get this.  It was 10:00 when I entered the door, but 10:01 when I crossed the threshold.”  I didn’t dare tell Gina anything about my mother’s punishment, for fear of my mother finding out.  “My mother wasn’t happy and said that I could never go to a pool party again if I was late again.”

“Gabby, that is very strict!  Now, are you ready to go to the mall?  Renee’s about to pick me up.”

I sighed.  “My mother didn’t even tell me what she decided.  Last night, she told me to go to bed and she would decide in the morning.”  I didn’t want to tell Gina about my embarrassing secret of wetting the bed.  How something that I did when I was five years old was now starting to happen again.  Could it be stress?  My bladder should be fine.

“Gabby? Are you there?”

I snapped out of my daydream and nodded.  “Yes.  I will ask my mother, and I will call you back, okay?”

“Sounds good, Gabs.  Oh!  And can you pack an overnight bag?  We’re going to have a sleepover at Renee’s house after we go to the mall.”

I thought about how strict my mother was and how just asking her to go to the mall might be too much of a request for her right now.  How much more a sleepover?  At least my strikes could be hidden from my mother if I had any additional accidents (which I hope I don’t, as I don’t want Gina or Renee to find out).

“Yes.” I told her, trying to hide the reluctance in my voice.  “I’ll pack a bag and ask her about the sleepover, too.”

“You’re the best, Gabby!  Call me back when you find out!”

“Sure thing, Gina.  Bye!”

I exited the bathroom to find the maid already putting new bedding on my bed.

When she glanced at me, she gave me a polite smile.

“If you need to get dressed, I can give you a few minutes,” she said, when she noticed that I had a towel wrapped around my waist.  “That’s what I’ll do.  Knock when you’re finished, Miss Rivers.”

The maid politely curtsied and left my room.

I pulled open my drawer to put a new pair of panties on.  The panties reminded me of the predicament that I was now in.  I had only one strike and my mother would put me in Pull Ups.  I can’t believe that she was still using the same rules from when I was five years old.  To this day, I still remember the rules clearly.  When I was in my big girl underwear and I had one accident, each accident was a strike.  From the day of my first accident, I had to either stay accident free for a whole week or have less than three accidents in that same week.  If I could maintain no accidents after that week had passed, the one or two strikes would reset.  But if I had three strikes, then my mother would put me back in pullups.

There are more rules regarding the pullups which I hope that I don’t have to experience.  Even worse than having accidents in my underwear, my mother had rules for wet or soiled Pull Ups, and it worked just like the underwear.  Each accident was a strike and if I got three strikes, my mother would put me back in diapers.

For the diapers, there were no three strikes.  Just an entire day of wearing them and going back to Pull Ups the next day.

I put on my panties and decided to wear a orange dress that my mother would approve of.  It could be anything too revealing.  I have tried this before in the past and the punishment was not worth trying it again.

I knocked on the door and let the maid finish making my bed, since I knew that my makeup would take me a while.  I started with the foundation and carefully balanced everything, as my mother was even strict about how much makeup I used.  And I couldn’t use too much lipstick either.  Seriously.  How strict can you get?

Just then, I winced in pain again and considered that to be my harsh answer.  The soft cotton was doing nothing to relieve the pain in my behind from the wounds that I could still feel.  Considering the wounds from last night, those were not yet able to fully heal.

I finished my makeup and walked out of the bathroom just as the maid was putting a new pillow sham on my pillow.

The maid once again gave me a kind smile.

“I hope that you don’t have another accident, Miss Rivers.” The maid said with both care and concern.

I walked out of the bedroom and approached the hallway.

Knowing that it was Saturday, the schedule was a little different.  My mother usually still worked in the morning, spending time in her lab writing her textbooks until the early afternoon.  With her having already handled Abby, I am sure that she’s in her bedroom, mindlessly watching a playlist of children’s videos that my mother put on for her.

Before I went downstairs for breakfast, I walked across the hallway to check in on my developmentally immature younger sister.

Abby was wearing a faded white Gerber onesie with colored flowers and short sleeves.  She had her same blank stare that she always had, with her pacifier ribbon and pacifier dangling from her collar.  An empty bottle laid next to her feet.  Considering that she was already nursed, I know that I’m going to need to change her diaper pretty soon.  She probably already soaked it, but it can wait while I have breakfast.

I don’t know if Abby even noticed me, as she looked too mesmerized by the TV.  I couldn’t tell, as she always gave me that blank and numb stare whether she was watching TV or not.  I don’t know what is wrong with her, as I noticed her doing this since she learned how to walk.  But then I noticed another thing that further proves my little sister’s lack of development.  Whenever she stands, her balance isn’t very good, so she ends up crawling instead.  My mother never lets her walk around too much, which would explain why Abby’s legs might still be weak.

As strange as Abby was, she was still my sister.  My mother had her through invitro fertilization, using a sperm bank to fertilize her egg.  This unusual method of birthing my sister might explain her developmental issues that she’s currently having.  That, and I have never met my father in my life.  All I know is that my mother told me that she left him just before I was born.  This would make using a sperm bank and inserting the egg back into my mother as the only way for my sister to be born, unless my mother slept with another man.  There are so many questions that I still have about my father and how my sister was born.  She was a home birth since my mother didn’t have time to go to the hospital.

I blew my sister a kiss and went downstairs, having the same breakfast as yesterday.  A quick bowl of cereal and some apple juice to wash everything down.

After the breakfast, I walked back upstairs to take care of Abby’s diaper.  It didn’t matter if it was the weekend or not.  I was responsible for all of Abby’s diapers 24/7.

I entered the bedroom to find Abby with the same stare, only she had the pacifier in her mouth.

I picked Abby up and laid her on the changing table to change her diaper.  As I unsnapped the two crotch buttons, I noticed that the diaper was heavily swollen between her legs.

Just in time.  That diaper looks like it’s about to burst.  I’m surprised that it didn’t leak.  But if I didn’t change Abby soon, it was about to.

I peeled back both tapes, lifting up the waistband and letting it land with a sloshy thud.  I immediately pulled the sodden diaper out from underneath Abby and rolled it up like a wet burrito.  I rolled it halfway, as I still needed to put all the used wipes in it.  I took a few wipes and wiped Abby clean, while she mindlessly sucked away at her pacifier.  I rubbed in some Aquaphor to protect Abby’s sensitive skin and powdered a new Size 3 Pampers Swaddlers.  These diapers were supposed to be for 18-month-olds based on weight but Abby was petite so they still fit her comfortably.  That, and I think that my mother babying poor Abby is stunting her growth.

I hoisted Abby high enough to slide the diaper underneath her.  I folded the waistband between her legs and peeled open the new tapes.  I fastened them both around her waist and snapped the crotch buttons back on her onesie.

I was just about to lift Abby off of the diaper changer when I heard goopy flatulence coming from Abby.  The goopy sound repeated, continuing in a long and sustained fart.  I groaned as I watched Abby’s diaper began to swell up again.  It began to bulk up between her legs with what I didn’t want to deal with.

“Abby!” I scowled as I glanced at the wadded up wet diaper that I was about to dispose of.  “I just changed you!  Couldn’t you have waited?”

But Abby continued to mindlessly suck away at her pacifier.  She then sat up, releasing the pacifier as she let it fall out of her mouth.  “Thaw-sty Gaw-bee!  Thaw-sty!”

My nostrils were now filled with the horrible stench that was coming from Abby’s diaper.  “Your baba can wait!”  I said, almost ready to gag.  “Your poopy diaper comes first!”

I let out a deep sigh as I unsnapped the crotch buttons of her onesie, AGAIN.  I unpeeled the tapes and carefully opened the stink bomb.

And…no.  Just no.  Abby was covered in poop, with the mess spread around the inside padding from front to back.

Abby pointed down towards the mini playpen where her empty bottle sat.  “Thaw-sty Gaw-bee!  Thaw-sty!”

“Can’t you smell that?” I said, staring in horror at Abby all covered in mess around her pelvis and princess parts.  Heck.  Her belly was even covered in poop!

I began wiping Abby clean, using two wipes at a time until there was not a trace of poo anywhere.  I then finished the change with more Aquaphor and a freshly powdered diaper.  I quickly fastened her into the new diaper, praying that she wouldn’t soak it and/or mess it again.

Realizing that there were traces of poop smeared on my hands, I used a few more clean wipes before rolling up the messy bean burrito.  As I was doing this, I suddenly felt a very strong urge to pee.  Oh no.  I was only one accident away from my mother forcing me to wear Pull Ups again.

I snapped up both crotch buttons on Abby’s onesie and quickly sat her back in her mini crib.

Abby held her bottle with an expectant look.  “Thaw-sty Gaw-bee!  Thaw-sty!  Mo Mak!  No foamwah!  No foamwah Gaw-bee!”

I squeezed by legs together, as I felt the intense pressure building in my bladder.  “Let your big sis go pee first.  Please.  I’ll get your baba afterwards, okay?”

I began to pace forward, anxiously shuffling towards the bathroom.  I didn’t want to run, as I was afraid of my bladder releasing.  Each step felt like torture as my need to pee kept getting worse by the second.

I was almost to the door to Abby’s bathroom.  My hands grazed the doorknob as I tightened my grip, pulling the door open just enough for me to enter.  I didn’t bother to close the door as my priority was getting to the toilet as quick as possible.

I lifted up my dress and pinched my fingers around the waistband of my panties, I pushed down, letting them fall to my ankles.  I lifted up the lid and sat down.  Phew!  I heard the sound of the pee whistling from the toilet seat for the next minute.  That was so close…

As I was about to stand up and begin wiping, the door was gently pushed open, and I saw Abby wobbling forward, in small uneven strides.  Finally, her legs gave away and she fell, landing on her diapered butt.  She finished her advance towards me in a quick crawl.  She was holding her empty bottle with a pouty and expectant face.

“Thaw-sty Gaw-bee!” She shouted louder, as if she were learning to speak for the first time.  “Thaw-sty!  Mo Mak!  No foamwah!  No foamwah Gaw-bee!”

I sighed.  “Formula?  Our mother doesn’t even have formula, Abby.  If she does, she’s not telling me about it…”

I finished up and flushed the toilet.  I washed my hands and carried Abby back to her playpen.

I then took her empty bottle and went downstairs with it.  Since it was still towards the daytime, I decided to fill her baby bottle with more apple juice.  Mother had another strict rule where Abby could only have milk during her naps and bedtime.  The other exception was whenever mom wanted to nurse Abby, which I think she should totally stop doing.  Mother, she’s almost three!

I took the baby bottle full of apple juice upstairs and went back into Abby’s bedroom.

I gave Abby the bottle filled with juice, and she began to suck it down like she hasn’t drank anything in days.  Well, I’ll give her at least another hour before her diaper’s wet again.

I then got the text from Gina:  Did you ask her yet?

I texted back: Not yet.  I’m going to ask her!

I left Abby’s room and made my way towards the staircase.  I walked downstairs and to my luck, my mom was in the kitchen, preparing a snack and taking a break.

I gave my mother a nervous smile.  “Um, mother?”

“Yes dear?” My mother said impatiently.  “I’m making a quick snack and going back to finish the next chapter for the textbook.  How’s Ab Ab doing?”

“She’s doing fine,” I told her.  “I was wondering if you had time to think about if I could go to the mall with Gina and Renee.  Can I?”

My mother smiled, as if she was planning something in her head.  “Well Gabby, you are on thin ice for accidents.  One more and I’m putting you in Pull Ups.”

I nodded.  “But I have had no accidents today so far, mother!”

My mother scratched her head.  “Well, okay dear.  I’ll let you go to the mall, but you have to change three of Abby’s diapers today.  Once you have changed three of them, I will let you go to the mall.”

I was in luck.  Because of Abby’s poopy diaper, I already changed two at once!  “I already changed two, mother!”

My mother gave me a look of disbelief.  “No you didn’t.  She should be on her second diaper right now.”

“Third,” I told my mother.  “Right after I changed her soaked diaper, she filled another one with poop.”

My mom still didn’t look convinced.  It was not enough for me to tell her to believe my story.  She had to see for herself.  “Let’s go and see the diapers.”

I followed my mother upstairs and entered Abby’s room.  Abby was now sucking her pacifier, mindlessly watching the TV.  Her bottle of apple juice that I gave her was sucked dry.

I then realized that the two wadded up diapers were still laying on the edge of the changing table.

My mother lifted up both diapers and pinched her nose in disgust when she held the stinky one.  She then placed both used diapers into the diaper genie.  “Okay.  One more diaper and you can go.”

I wanted to push the deal even more.  I cleverly grinned, as I felt like I was on a roll now.  “Can I sleep over at Renee’s?”

My mother pointed to the open white sack of Pampers diapers.  “One more diaper and you can go.”

I couldn’t believe that my mother would say yes so easily!

“But…” My mother said, smiling as she held up her index finger.  “You need to be home tomorrow at noon.  Remember.  If you’re late again, no more pool parties.  No more sleepovers.  No more going to the mall or engagements of any kind.  Do I make myself clear, Gabby?”

I nodded.  “Crystal clear, mother.”

My mother left Abby’s room while I waited a little longer to make sure Abby’s diaper was wet enough to change.

I didn’t want to tell Gina and Renee about my mother’s stupid rules, so I waited about another half hour before I decided to finally change Abby’s diaper.

When I changed Abby, the diaper was wet, but not as soaked as it was this morning.  But wet enough to satisfy mom’s rule of changing three diapers.

I snapped the crotch buttons back up and showed mom the used diaper just before she returned to working on her textbook.  She gave me the thumbs up and I smiled.

But as I approached the staircase, my mother repeated herself as if I were a five-year-old that couldn’t remember anything.  “Remember Gabby.  Be back tomorrow at noon.  If you’re late, no more sleepovers.”

I nodded.  “Yes mother!”

I joyfully skipped upstairs and entered my room.  I began to pack my overnight bag while I texted Gina the good news.

Right after I texted Gina, my cellphone vibrated three times.  I answered my phone.  “Hello Gina?”

“Hi Gabby!  I’m glad that you’re able to make it!  Renee just called me and she’s on her way to pick me up.  Her mom was busy, so your timing was perfect.  See you in about a half hour!”

“See you later, Gina!  Bye!”

I hung up my cellphone and finished packing my overnight bag.  For sleepwear, it would just be my normal white nightgown.

As for spending money, my mother gave me a generous allowance every time I completed my chores, so I had tens of thousands of dollars in my underwear drawer.  I grabbed $3,000 out of my drawer and shoved the $100 bills in a tiny pouch in my purse.

I played some more Super Mario Odyssey on the Nintendo Switch to pass some time away.  About a half hour later, I stopped playing and left my room.

Moments later, I was leaving the Rivers Estate.  I saw a black Lexus sedan parked at the top of the paved circle that went around a large fountain.  Unlike the last time, I saw Renee in the driver’s seat with her mother in the passenger side.

Gina was already sitting behind Renee, so I sat next to Gina in the rear seat behind Renee’s mom.  I piled my overnight bag and purse next to Gina’s.

“Nice of you to join us, Gabs!” Gina said, smiling.  “We’re going to the Springfield Town Center.  What do you plan on buying?”

I glanced down at my cleavage and gave Gina a funny look.  “Well, I’m going to buy some more bras.  The ones at home are horrible!”

Gina laughed.  “I know what you mean!  When they wear out, they’re just horrible!”

“Aren’t they?” Renee said, as she exited the gate of the Rivers Estate.  “I just bought some new ones a month ago.  Time for some fun!”

The next 30 minutes of the ride to the mall was fun, as we all discussed our strategy of what stores to hit.  For me, I wanted to go right to Victoria’s Secret and buy at least 7 to 10 bras, as that should be plenty to restock what I needed.

We arrived at the Springfield Town Center and Renee Parked in the parking lot by Dave & Busters.

When we got to the entrance of the mall, it was now 11:43 AM.  Renee’s mom pointed to our cellphones.

“You girls are free to go around the mall wherever you want,” Renee’s mom told us.  “Meet back here around 4:30. I have made reservations for the four of us at Incheon Restaurant at 5:00.  It takes about 15-20 minutes to get there.  Don’t be late.  Have fun, girls!”

We all smiled as we all gathered together while Renee’s mother went in a different direction.

Renee then gave us all a big smile as she glanced at the storefront ahead.  “You know why I parked near Dave & Buster’s?  Because there’s a Starbucks right ahead, near Go! Games, & Toys.  Let’s all get espressos!”

I feigned a smile, as I knew just how much I didn’t want to drink coffee.  It wasn’t so much the taste at all.  But my concern had more to do with what an insane amount of caffeine would do to my bladder.  When I chugged those energy drinks at the pool party, I peed in the pool a few times by accident.  Wouldn’t I be chancing it if I had an espresso at Starbucks?  Don’t those have a lot of caffeine or something?” My other concern had to do with my mom being stupid about me not drinking coffee.  She thinks that it will “stunt my growth”.  Well mom, I think that I am done growing at 4 foot 10 inches!  Does she really think that I will grow anymore?  If I were to drink any coffee, it would stain my teeth and my mother would notice the stain.  I would need to rinse the coffee off afterwards as to not allow the coffee any time to set on my teeth.

We approached the Starbucks counter, which already had a crowd of people in line.  This would take a while.  I glanced at Renee with an apprehensive look.

“What’s wrong, Gabby?” Renee asked me.  “Don’t you like coffee?”

Gina gave Renee a concerned look.  “Don’t you remember the pool party at my place last night?  You and Brittany made Gabby drink a couple of energy drinks and she ended up peeing in my parent’s pool.  Do you really think that it’s a good idea to let Gabby have an espresso?”

Renee nodded.  “Yeah!  I want to see Gabby pee her panties and make a puddle all over the place!”

“Renee!” Gina snapped back, pointing her index finger at her best friend.  “That is not funny! Stop it!”

Renee gave her a joking stare.  “I was just kidding, Gina!  Now, wasn’t Brittany supposed to be with us today?”

Gina nodded.  “Brittany was, but she wasn’t feeling well this morning.  She had to cancel.  She said that it was food poisoning…”

I smiled and let out a sigh of relief.  Good riddance.  That Brittany is a loose cannon and would’ve been annoying to have at the sleepover.

About 15 minutes later, we were all next in line at the Starbucks counter.  Because both Gina and Renee ordered a venti mocha espresso, I had to get one too.  I nervously drank down the coffee, deeply concerned about what this was going to do to my bladder.

By the time that my coffee was halfway gone, we were on the upper level of the mall and were heading towards Victoria’s Secret.  I spent the next 20 minutes in there picking out the 10 bras that I wanted.  Size was not an issue, as I knew what my cup size was.  And my weight and height were not any different from the last time that I needed bras.  I bought a varying range of colors and was surprised at the cost.  With the sales tax, I would be spending more than $700 on bras.

Unfortunately, the line was very long to get to the checkout.  Judging on how slow the line moved, I was guessing that it would take at least a half hour to get to the checkout.

After 15 minutes of waiting in line, I suddenly felt a very strong need to pee.  Along with me, Gina, and Renee, there were four other people ahead of me.

The discomfort increased as I began to tense up my muscles and fidget in line.  I was trying to keep my movements as limited as possible as I didn’t want my potty dance to look obvious to everyone.

When Gina saw what I was doing, she gasped.  “Oh no…Gabby…Just give me the money and your bras, and I will buy them.  Hurry to the bathroom!”

With the discomfort mounting in my groin, I unzipped the tiny pouch and handed Gina $800 and my bras.  I then awkwardly paced out of the store as running could risk me totally peeing myself.

The weight of the stress on my groin worsened as I left Victoria’s Secret.  I headed east towards where the store Battlestar was to the right.

I walked down the hallway, feeling like I was dodging mines in a minefield.  In the distance, I could make out only one vacant store that separated me from the Woman’s bathroom.  But dodging these mines were important to me not having an accident.  One wrong step and my bladder would relax, causing the floodgates to open.

Each additional step from this point on felt like a mile.  It seemed like everything was going in slow motion.  I could now see the woman’s bathroom, and thankfully there didn’t seem like there was a line.  But the uncomfortable sensation around my groin was starting to feel unbearable now.  I was on borrowed time, and my bladder could give out any second.  It didn’t help that I drank every last ounce of those 24 ounces of Starbucks Mocha Espresso while I was waiting in line.  I felt like every one of those 24 ounces were descending on my bladder and constraining every muscle.

I shuffled my feet forward, staggering into the woman’s bathroom, finding just about every stall occupied.  The only stall that was open was the middle stall.  I approached the stall, closed the door, and locked it.

But it was too late.  Just then, I felt a warm sensation flooding through my cotton panties and onto the linoleum floor of the bathroom.  I was paralyzed with shock as a large puddle began to pool around where I was standing, and it would not be too long before other women would see the shame and embarrassment from my accident.

I touched my wet panties, the cotton now clinging to my skin.  I peeled the sopping wet panties loose from my skin and let them drop onto the pee-soaked floor.  I sat down on the toilet, my butt totally wet from my soaked panties.  To my dismay, only a few small trickles were able to make it into the toilet.  All the rest was soaked into my underwear and on the linoleum floor.

My heart was racing, and I could begin to hear myself crying. Then I heard some taps from the neighboring stalls.

“Are you okay, dear?”  The voice sounded like it came from a young woman.  “You got pee all over the floor, and it’s starting to flow into the other stalls.”

What that woman just said was all but tuned out of my mind, as I didn’t just have a little accident.  This was a catastrophe.

And with my friends about to buy my bras, I was now weeping in a stall, my panties totally soaked, with the floor of almost all of the bathroom stalls covered in my pee.  If I was at home, this would be my third strike, and I would be in Pull Ups.  My only problem was leaving the bathroom.  How would I leave this stall?  Would I go commando, wearing nothing underneath my dress?  I didn’t even want to think about it.  All I know is that I needed to get out soon.

Chapter 6: Bathroom Predicament

As I was starting to regain my composure, I could hear the same woman in the bathroom.

“Hey!” the young woman called.  “Do you need any help?”

“I’ll be fine!” I called back.  “I have a couple of friends shopping with me.  They will help me out.”

“Okay!  When you get out of there, they’re going to need to clean that floor!”

As I was about to call Gina, she ended up beating me to it.  My phone vibrated and I answered it.  “Hello?”

“Gabby?  Where are you?  Are you still in the bathroom?”

“Um, Gina?” I told her in a nervous voice.  “Can you do me a favor?  Um, let’s just say…I had an accident.”

“Oh no!  You poor girl!  Do you need me to get you some dry panties?”

“Yes.” I told her.  “Go back into Victoria’s Secret and buy me some panties.”

“Okay.” I could detect the slight frustration in her voice.  “It’s going to take another half an hour.  The checkout line is very long now.  Can you please give me your size?”

I nodded and gave Gina my panty size.  Let’s just say that it was small, since I was a petite teen under 5 feet tall.

The next half hour was torture.  The custodian kept knocking on my stall.  “Can you get out? I need to clean the floor, dear!”

“I can’t!” I shouted.  “I don’t have a clean pair of panties!”  My face turned red as I just made that confession out loud.

“Well,” the custodian told me.  “Is somebody coming with clean panties?”

“One of my friends,” I told them.  “It will be a little bit.”

“Okay!”

About 10 minutes later, I heard a soft tap on the door of the bathroom stall.

“Gabby!  It’s me, Gina!  I got you some panties.  Don’t worry about paying me back!  I’m going to hand them to you from underneath the stall door, okay?”

I nodded and reached for three pairs of panties.  I guess that Gina wanted to make sure that I had a few extra dry ones, just in case.  I put the two extra panties in my purse.  I carefully removed my shoes and socks and leaned against the stall so that I wouldn’t get the new dry panties all wet with pee.  I stepped into each leg opening, one at a time sliding them from my ankles to my waist.  I then carefully put my socks and shoes on.  Lastly, I picked up the sopping wet panty on the floor and left the stall with it.  I threw it into the trash and washed my hand thoroughly, making sure that I got all the pee off of my hands.

When I left the bathroom, both Gina and Renee were waiting outside the bathroom.  Gina handed me the bag of bras that Renee was holding while she delivered me the panties.  She also gave me the receipt, along with the change that she got back from the purchase.

“We already used another bathroom,” Gina explained.  “Because of your accident, they had to close down the whole bathroom.  The custodian let me in to deliver your panties.  Now Renee.  Do you have anything to say to Gabby?”

“I’m sorry!” Renee shouted.  “I will not make you drink a lot of caffeine again!”

I looked at the clock.  It was now 1:28 PM.   We still had three more hours until we had to meet Renee’s mom back at the entrance.  I wanted to get some water to wash the coffee stains off my teeth, so we went to the upper-level food court and I got a water from Panda Express. We didn’t want to spoil our appetite since Renee’s mom was going to take us to Incheon Restaurant at 5:00.  We bought a few cosmetics at Sephora and continued through the various stores.  Like the old cliché, we shopped until we dropped.

At around 4:15, we were now in the lower level, making our last stop at Perfume World.  This was perfect, since this store was near the entrance where Renee’s mom told us to meet her.  After buying a few perfumes, we went back to the entrance to find Renee’s mom standing there around 4:27.

Our legs were all sore from walking around the mall all day.  We each had a few bags, indicating how much shopping we did.  I got a mom-approved swimsuit, 10 bras, three free panties from Gina, and a couple vials of perfume.

As Renee drove us to Incheon Restaurant, we all decided not to tell Renee’s mom about my embarrassing accident in the woman’s bathroom.

Once at the restaurant, we all enjoyed a good meal.  We all laughed and had a good discussion about the purchases we made, and Renee’s mom bragged about the sales she was able to find.

After the meal, Renee drove us to her parent’s estate.  Like me and Gina, she also lived in Potomac.  And the property her parent’s owned was just a little bit bigger than the Rivers Estate.  The house, too, was a little bigger at around 27,000 square feet.

Renee arrived at the gate to her parent’s estate, which led into a private road flowing into a private driveway.  While she didn’t have two fountains like Gina, I could tell that her fountain was bigger than the one at the Rivers Estate.

In glancing at the mansion and then back at Renee and Gina, I knew that the fun sleepover was about to begin.

 

Chapter 7: Renee’s Sleepover: Part I

I nervously glanced down at the pink one-piece swimsuit that hung around my thighs as I sat on the toilet in Renee’s bathroom.  While I did manage to pee a little bit, I didn’t think that it was enough, considering all that I had to drink for dinner.  The Spicy Pork Noodles and Kimchi Dumplings required a few glasses of water to extinguish the inferno that was in my mouth.  Don’t kid me wrong.  The food was really good.  Just very spicy.

I let out a hesitant sigh as I pulled up my one-piece suit, working both arms out of the openings before flushing the toilet.

I quickly washed my hands and opened the door.

Of course both Gina and Renee had their two-piece bikinis on.  Gina in her lavender bikini and Renee in her yellow bikni.  Lucky for them because if I were to try and wear a two-piece bikini at home, my mom would ground me for life.

Gina gave me a look of concern.  “What took you so long, Gabs?”

I hesitated for a second.  Do I really want to tell my friends my toileting problems?  It’s already embarrassing enough that I peed in Gina’s parents’ pool.  Does it really bear repeating?  Well, I guess it does because Gina was still staring at me expectantly with a worried look.  “Fine!  I think I drank a little too much water during dinner and I’m afraid that I might pee Renee’s parents’ pool.”

“I betcha you will!” Renee smirked, intending it to be just a joke.  “Gabs here is going to warm up the whole pool!  Better ready the chlorine!”

“Cut it!” Gina hissed.  “Can’t we be nice to our best friend?”

“I’m sorry, Gabby.” Renee said with a sigh.  “But girl, you need to figure out your bladder problem.”

I scowled.  “It’s called being a woman.  Don’t we all have bladder issues to some degree?  Get this.  We have shorter urethras then men do!”

“Duh!” Renee responded.  “And because it’s shorter, we get UTI’s and men have trouble peeing!”

I sighed.  “Let’s just get this swim over with.  I really don’t want your parents to have to treat the pool again because of me.”

We all exited the dressing room and entered the pool, where my nose burned from the strong smell of chlorine that filled the air.  In the pool, I could see what looked like a younger boy sitting on an inner tube.

“Jordan,” Renee announced.  “Me and my friends are going to take a swim now.  Can you please get out of the pool?”

But Jordan didn’t budge.  Instead, he gave her a smug smile.  “I don’t have to, sis!  I live here!”

“Oh, you brat!” Renee said as the lept into the pool, hitting Landon with a big splash.

“Hey!” Jordan shouted.  “You splashed me!  I’m telling mom!”

“Tell her.” Renee told Jordan.  “It’s time for me and my friends to swim.”

Jordan whined and pouted as he wrapped himself in a towel and left the pool room.

“Wasn’t that a little mean?” Gina asked Renee.

“Oh, he’s always a brat.” Renee told her.  “He totally deserved it.”

We all entered the pool together from the shallow end.  I hoped that I wouldn’t have to pee while I was in the pool.

Minutes later, Jordan came back with Renee’s mom.

“Renee,” her mother scolded.  “Apologize to Jordan for splashing him.”

Renee sighed.  “I’m sorry, Jordan.  I’m with Gina and Gabby right now so can I have a swim with just my friends?”

“No!” Jordan whined.  “It’s not fair that you had to kick me out!”

Renee’s mom nodded.  “it wasn’t, dear.  Shouldn’t you include Jordan?”

“But mom!” Renee sighed.  “I wanted to swim with just my friends.  Can I please do that, mom?  PLEASE?”

Renee’s mom sighed.  “Very well, sweetie.  Jordan, Renee and her friends are using the pool right now.  How about we find something else to do?  How about some more Minecraft?  I know that you really like playing that.  Besides, I just got you a new TV. Won’t you want to play it on that?”

Jordan sighed.  “Okay.  There are a few things that I want to build today and I guess that I could beat the Ender Dragon again.  Plus, I’ve been in the pool for a while now…”

Jordan began to leave with Renee’s mom when Renee smiled.

“Thanks mom!”  Renee said with a smile.  “I didn’t mean to splash Jordan.  He just wouldn’t get out of the pool!”

Renee’s mom nodded.  “It’s okay, honey.  Let’s go to your room, Jordan!”

The two left leaving us to have the pool all to ourselves.

In the middle of my swim, I could feel a strong need to pee again when I entered the deep end.  I tried to hold it in, but all I could feel was a sharp pain on my bladder.   And as I let out a sigh of relief, I could feel a warm spot beginning to form around me.  Oh no.  I managed to maintain a fake smile, as I didn’t want Renee or Gina to know that I had another accident.  After all, it was embarrassing enough to experience this at the pool party just yesterday.

The warm spot continued as I was now at the point where I was releasing it all at once.  Even if I tried to hold it, it would be futile.  In the middle of my massive flood, I tried to stop the flow and pinch back but that did nothing to stop the warmness that I was swimming around.  Whatever.  I kept a straight face and kept swimming forward.

Then it hit me.  If I had an accident like this at home, I would be in Pullups right now.  Well, the Goodnites since they’re basically like Pullups for older kids.

As close as Renee and Gina were to me, I was surprised that neither of them said anything about my peeing in the pool.  Did they just not notice it?

Gina then gave me a look of concern.  “Do you have to pee yet, Gabby?  I just want to make sure that you find a bathroom before you pee in Renee’s parents’ pool.”

Renee smirked.  “I’m surprised that it hasn’t happened yet.”

Phew!  Not even Renee knows that I did it.  Just as I was swimming towards the shallow end, there was…another warm spot?  When did I even start going?  I must have been so relaxed that I couldn’t tell when I started going.  Once again, neither Renee nor Gina could tell that I went.  I kept my straight face and kept swimming.

Gina then patted me on the shoulder.  “Gabby, I think you should get out of the toilet and try to use the bathroom.  You know?  Just in case.  I just don’t want you to chance it this time.  We are not in my parent’s pool this time!”

I sighed.  “Do we have to?”

I really didn’t have a choice as I found myself being tugged by Gina and walking with her out of the pool.  She had me walk into the bathroom while she waited with Renee.

I pulled down my sopping wet swimsuit, letting it fall down to my thighs.  I sat on the toilet and could hear a few intermittent trickles, followed by a longer and more sustained flow.  Is that it?

I pulled up my suit and flushed the toilet.  I washed my hands and left the bathroom.

Gina and Renee cast expectant looks on me.

“Did you go?” Gina asked me.

“How much did you go?” Renee asked, with a teasing smile.

I grimaced and then scowled.  “How much?  Do you think that I actually measured the amount of pee that went into the toilet.  I don’t know!  A few seconds?”

“Well at least you went,” Gina said, looking relieved.

Renee glanced at the hot tub.  “How  about we use that before we go in?”

I nodded.  “Sure!  Let’s do it.”

Renee turned on the bubbles and we all entered the hot tub.

No sooner that I entered the hot tube that I felt the sudden change in temperature.  From room temperature to over 100 degrees, the surge of heat was instant, but very pleasant and relaxing.

As I sat there, I could feel a few other small trickles come out.  But since we were in the hot tub, neither of my friends could notice.

With our swimsuits all wet with chlorinated pool water, we wrapped ourselves in towels.  Both Gina and I followed Renee out of the pool and up to her bedroom on the second floor.

We all got showers to wash the pool water off of us.

As I changed into my pink nightgown, I felt a soft jab on the back from a pillow.  I looked up and saw that it was Renee.

“How about it, Gabs?  Movie night?  We’re talking snacks, ice cream, and soda while we watch our favorite movies!”

Gina whacked Renee in the face with a pillow.  “Don’t you mean YOUR favorite movies?”

Renee laughed.  “Hey!  They’re all pretty good, okay?  So Gabby?  How about it?  Movie night?  Or you could just go to bed.”

I was at a fork in the road.  If I went to bed, I wouldn’t have to worry about having a nighttime accident so much.  But I also worried that my friends would think that I’m a loser for going to bed so early on a Saturday night.

Ugh!  Renee!  Why are you putting me in such a hard decision?  Why am I making this harder than it should be?  Then I thought of my accidents in the pool.  That’s exactly why it’s so hard.  And what’s making it even harder now is that Renee was now giving me an impatient stare.

I gulped as I felt the mounting anxiety grow inside me.  Enjoy a movie night with my friends or go to bed early?  I need to make a choice and now.  What do I do?

I choked and glanced at Renee, hoping that I made the right choice.

 

Chapter 8: Renee’s Sleepover: Part II – Movie Night

Renee sighed as she continued to cast an impatient glance at me.  “Well Gabby?  Are you going to watch a movie with us?  You don’t have to.  I was thinking that me and Gina could just watch one anyway and just let you sleep.”

But this was a sleepover.  And how many sleepovers do I get to experience with my friends?  Especially considering how strict my mother is.  “Let’s do it.” I finally said.  “Let’s watch the movies.”

We entered the home theater, which had 30 large movie theater seats that could fully recline and massage at a push of a button.  Each one also had a tray swiveled above the seat for storing popcorn or snacks and a drink holder on the side.

For the snacks, we all had our own plates filled with Cooler Ranch Doritos, Barbeque Lays Potato Chips, and two Chewy Chips Ahoy Cookies.  For drinks, there was a selection of 2 bottles of Pepsi, Dr. Pepper, and Orange Crush with a stack of plastic cups.  I poured some Orange Crush and sat down.  Gina poured some Dr. Pepper and Renee poured some Pepsi.

Most of the movies that Renee picked out were just Rom-Coms.  The first one was Anyone But You.  It was okay.  It’s not that I didn’t like the movie.  It’s just that I don’t really care for Rom-Com movies like Renee does.  Gina thought it was stupid and Renee of course loved it (no surprise).

Another thing that wasn’t a surprise was how bad that I had to pee after that movie was over.  My princess parts began to quiver as I stood up and pressed both my hands against my crotch.

“Oh no…” Gina said with a gasp.  “Gabby…”

Renee laughed.  “Let me guess, Gab.” She teased.  “You have to pee?”

My cheeks burned red as I nodded and proceeded to make a sudden beeline to the door of the home theater.  I pressed my hands harder against my crotch and did everything that I could to pinch my bladder shut.  To my relief, nothing was coming out…yet.

Knowing that I was only on borrowed time, I scrambled through the hallway, desperately trying to find a door that led to a bathroom.  The second door that I tried had a bathroom (Thank you, God).  I shuffled into the bathroom, almost forgetting to close the door.

My bladder burned and my princess parts trembled as I approached the toilet.  And just as I was pulling my panties down, I could see my panties already darkened with the first few droplets of pee.  I yanked them down to my thighs and sat down before anymore damage could be done.  The whistle of pee reverberated inside the toilet bowl for what felt like more than 30 seconds.  After that, the whistling slowed to a few short trickles.

I looked down at my panties to notice a long narrow wet spot that started from the crotch and ran all the way up to the waist area.  Great.  I pissed myself enough that it’s going to be annoying to watch the rest of the movies with that wet spot rubbing up against my skin.

I decided to try and address the problem by tearing off sheets of toilet paper and rubbing it over the wet spot that was cradled in the center.  It didn’t really do much to dry it off, but it created little wet clumps of toilet paper that I had to scrub out before pulling my panties back up.

As I pulled up my panties up, I could already feel the wet spot rubbing against me as I walked.  Each pace was an uncomfortable reminder that I had an accident.  I was not a good girl.  And this was something that my mom didn’t have to know about.  Back at home, I was still on my second strike and I wanted to erase them by having dry panties back at home.

I flushed the toilet and washed my hands before returning to the home theater.

As I cracked the door open, Renee had the nerve the nerve what I thought was the stupidest insult.

“Welcome back, Gabby!” Renee said in a teasing manner.  “We all thought you fell in!”

Gina sighed.  “Correction, Renee.  YOU thought that she fell in.  I was starting to get a little worried.  Did you make it, Gabs?”

I wasn’t about to reveal the truth to my friends, so I lied.  “Yes,” I said with a nod.  “I had to poop after I peed so I took a little bit longer.”

Gina smiled.  “Well, it’s good that you got that out of the way!”

Renee already had the next movie queued up.  “Well, are we all ready for the next one?  Let’s begin ‘Someone Great’!”

I sighed.  “Time for another cheesy Rom-Com…”

Gina nodded.  “I agree with Gabby.  For the next sleepover, I get to choose the movies.”

“Deal,” Renee said in agreement.  “Let’s start it!  But we’ll let Gabby get her food and drink first.”

I saw that both Gina and Renee already got more snacks and refilled their drink.  I did the same and took a seat next to them.

For the second movie, I carefully rationed my Orange Crush, taking small sips every ten minutes.  I only managed to drink half of the cup by the time the movie was over.

I drank the rest of the cup and found that both girls needed to use the bathroom.

I peed and even pooped this time during my bathroom break.  Upon returning, I found out that both Gina and Renee took bathroom breaks after the first movie as well.

The third movie was “Set it Up”.  Like the second movie, I carefully rationed sips of Orange Crush and finished the soda when the movie was over.

I glanced at the clock on my cellphone.  2:38 AM.  “Shouldn’t we be going to bed?” I groaned before yawning.

Gina also yawned.  “Yeah.  We’ll go to bed.  Right Renee?”

“Not until we see the fourth movie!” Renee said with a smile.

This was met by Renee getting smacked in the head with an empty plastic drink cup by Gina.

“You better not!” Gina warned.

Renee laughed.  “Everyone, I was joking!  There is no fourth movie!  I’m tired too!  We’ll sleep in and drive everyone home in the morning.”

I gasped, remembering the deadline that my mom set for me to return home by.

“Noon!” I shouted.  “Mom wants me home by noon, or else!”

“Or else, what?” Renee challenged me.

I sighed, not wanting Renee to know the truth about my mother.  “My mom is just strict with her rules and she wants me home at a certain time, okay?”

Renee sighed.  “Fine!  We’ll make sure that you get home before noon, okay?”

In turning in for the night, we all entered our separate bedrooms.  Both Gina and I entered guest bedrooms while Renee entered her own bedroom, which was bigger than ours.  Each bedroom had its own ensuite bathroom.

I didn’t have to pee so I brushed my teeth, flossed, and used the mouthwash before I turned in for the night.  I took off my panties that I partially peed in earlier and took a wet washcloth to wipe the gross dried pee off my princess parts.  I put on the second of the three pairs of panties that Gina bought me and crawled into the spacious king size bed.

It didn’t take took long for me to fall asleep.

I woke up, noticing that something wet was clinging against my skin.  I lifted up the covers to find the entire front of my nightgown sopping wet.  And as I shifted in my bed and looked around, I was completely surrounded by a round patch of pee that was underneath where I slept.  As I sat up, the back of my sopping wet nightgown also clung to my skin, with pee dripping off as I sat there.  I lifted up my nightgown to find my panties soaked from front to back.

I am so dead.  This is my friend’s parent’s guest bedroom, and I totally pissed their bed!

While I was completely mortified at what I just did, I at least didn’t have to deal with the consequences that my mom made me go through.  She would stick my face right onto the sopping sheet while she punished me.  The worst I will get here is Renee’s mom yelling at me.

“No!!!!” I said in a voice that was just above a whisper.  “What am I going to do?”

That’s when I decided that I would just make the bed and hide the source of my accident.

I stripped off my wet nightgown, peeling all the wet fabric off that clung to my skin.  I removed my  panties and rolled both sodden garments into a ball before putting them into my overnight bag.  I got out my last pair of panties along with my orange dress that I wore the previous day.  I took a quick shower, dried off and put on my third and final pair of panties that Gina bought for me along with my orange dress since I didn’t pack any other pajamas for the sleepover.

I poured a glass of water in the bathroom and drank it before returning to the bedroom.

It was 4:56 AM when I finally got back into bed.  I got on the dry side of the mattress.  I then fell asleep, hoping and praying that I wouldn’t have another accident.

Chapter 9: Renee’s Sleepover: Part III – The Next Ultimatum

10:03 AM.  I heard a knock on the door that jolted me awake.

“Gabby?  Are you awake?  Renee’s mom is making breakfast!  And can you believe it?  Renee is still sleeping.  I’m going to knock on her door next.  Get up and get ready, okay?”

“Okay!” I shouted.

10:04 AM.  I checked my cell phone and gasped.  No no no no no no no no no!!!  I have less than TWO HOURS before I have to be home!  If I miss this window, I will never be able to spend any social time with my friends again.

10:05 AM.  I lift up the covers and get out of bed.  And…why am I feeling wet?  My heart sank when I noticed a wet spot all over the bottom of my orange dress.  I lifted up my dress and…yup.  I pissed myself again.  From just a glass of water in the bathroom?  What is happening to my bladder control?

10:06 AM.  I glanced at the fitted sheet to notice a smaller wet spot than the enormous one that was to the left from my big accident.  That would explain why the back of my dress was also very moist.  This doesn’t look good for me back at home.  If I keep doing this, I will be back in Pullups again.  I got a pink dress out of my overnight bag along with…just one of my older panties from Victoria’s Secret.  Thank God that I packed one other dry pair!

10:10 AM.  I undress myself and pile my sodden dress and panty in the bathroom and took a shower, trying to wash my hair and body as fast as I could.

10:19 AM.  I step out of the shower and change into my pink dress and the only dry pair of panties that I had left.  I comb my hair and skipped the makeup since I was running late.  I wad up my pee soaked orange dress with the panties and exit the bathroom.  I shove it into my overnight bag and zip it up.

10:21 AM.  I hear another knock on the door.

“Gabby?  Are you still sleeping?”

“No!” I replied.   “I just had to take a shower and get dressed.  I’m ready now!”

“Okay!  Renee’s downstairs in the dining room with her mom and breakfast is ready!”

“I’ll be right down!” I shouted.

That’s when I noticed both wet spots on the bed.  They cannot see this!  With that, I ran to the bed and tucked in the sheets as neatly as I could.  I made sure that the sheets and the comforter covered the entire bed to conceal all the evidence of my accident.  I grabbed my overnight bag and left the bedroom to go downstairs.

10:25 AM.  I was now in the dining room, noticing an empty chair with a plate full of scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, buttered toast, and orange juice sitting on the table.

Renee looked at me and smiled.  “That’s yours, Gabby.  “My mom made breakfast for all of us.  Wasn’t that nice?”

Jordan finished the last of his bacon and smiled.  “She also made breakfast for me!”

Renee nodded.  “Of course, Jordan.  That’s what I meant when I said ‘all of us’.”

Renee’s mom smiled.  “I just wanted to be hospitable to all of you.  It’s still hot.  I kept it warm in the oven for you…Gabby right?”

I nodded and stared at my food.  I’m going to need to eat this fast if I’m going to get home on time!

10:27 AM.  I proceeded to take generous bites of my breakfast, trying to finish it as fast as I could.  When Renee’s mom saw this, she gasped, giving me a puzzled look.

“Why the hurry?” She asked me.  “Is there some place that you need to be?”

Renee nodded.  “Oh yeah, mom.  Gabby needs to be at her home by noon.  She told me that her mom’s a little strict.”

Renee’s mom nodded.  “Oh. Okay!  Well, we need to hurry.  Renee needs more driving practice anyway so we’ll get you home.  Noon is kind of cutting it close.  It’s okay if you end up a little late, right?”

I just finished swallowing a large amount of scrambled egg and shook my head.  “NO!  It’s not okay!  I need to be home before noon!”  I continued to quickly eat my breakfast.

Renee’s mom gasped.  “Well, if you say so!  Don’t worry.  We’ll take you right home after you finish your breakfast, okay?”

I nodded while I was chewing on a mouthful of toast.

10:35 AM.  I gulped down the glass of orange juice and stood up.  “Let’s go!”

10:40 AM.  I entered Renee’s Black Lexus sedan and took the right seat while Gina sat in the left seat.  Renee’s mom was in the passenger seat.

As Renee was leaving the estate, she gasped.  “Oh no! Oh no!”

“Oh no, what honey?” Renee’s mom gasped, casting a worried look at Renee.

“My low fuel light is on!” Renee shouted.  “I’m on E!”

Seriously Renee.  Could you be any more irresponsible.  I don’t even own a car, and I wouldn’t known enough to keep the car fueled.

Renee gave me a nervous smile.   “Well, We’ll just go into town and get some gas!”

Renee’s mom frowned. “Renee dear?  Didn’t I tell you to get more gas yesterday on the way back from dinner?  Why didn’t you do that?”

Renee sighed.  “I forgot, mom!  Now, I’m going right to a gas station to get more gas!”

Gina sighed.  “That’s before you can get there before you run out of fuel.  Are you serious, Renee?  I refill my car when I’m on a quarter tank!”

Renee’s mom smiled.  “Well, it looks like you’re more responsible with your car than my daughter is.”

Renee sighed.  “I forgot to refill it before I left the mall, okay?  We’ll just go into town and get gas!  It’ll be fine, alright?”

I let out a deep sigh while thinking about just how stupid and irresponsible Renee was.

10:53 AM.  Renee’s black Lexus approaches the “Welcome to North Potomac” sign.

That’s when I heard a noise that made my heart sink.

The black Lexus sputtered as it began to decrease in speed.

“Do you see what you did, honey?” Renee’s mom shouted, looking a little annoyed.  “You ran out of gas!  Now quick dear!  Pull over to the shoulder!”

Renee veered over to the shoulder just before the car came to a complete stop.

I scowled.  “Really Renee?  I need to be home in an hour!”

Renee let out a nervous laugh.  “I know, Gabby!”

Renee’s mom got out her cellphone.  “This car is on my insurance.  I’ll just call a tow truck and have them take us to a gas station!”

Gina nodded, looking very disappointed at Renee.  “We’re close enough to a gas station that we can just walk there.  It will only take a few minutes.”

Renee’s mom looked at her cell phone.  “We should be close to one.  Ah.  Here we go.  It’s about an 8-minute walk.  I’ll let the towing service know to drop it off here.

11:01 AM.  I was now at the gas station with Renee and Gina, nervously glancing around, waiting for the tow truck to arrive with Renee’s car.  Really.  How could my friend be so stupid?!

Renee was not her joking self at all, but kept glancing at me, looking embarrassed.

“I’m sorry, Gabby!” She said, wiping a couple of tears out of her eyes.

“You should be sorry for not taking care of your car!” I shouted.  “Just tell me how you manage to run out of gas?  I told already how I need to be home by noon.  I need to be home in less than an hour!”

Renee sighed.  “If we’re late, just tell your mom that it was my fault!”

Renee’s mom nod.  “Yes Gabby.  If you’re late and it’s not your fault, she’ll understand, right?”

Wrong.  I sighed.  Renee and her mother don’t understand my mother at all.  If I’m late at all, it’s going to be my fault every time.  I cringed as I could almost feel the pain of my mother spanking me on my behind, sadly anticipating the kind of punishment that I was about to receive.  And in addition to that, I will be banned from ever spending time with any of my friends ever again.  What a way to encourage me if I can’t spend time with my friends anymore!  How could my mother be so cruel?

11:19 AM.  Renee’s mom calls the towing service again to find out when they were getting Renee’s car.  When I heard that they were taking care of another car right now, I almost lost it.  Sure, her car was going to be the next one.  But how long was that going to take?  I enter the bathroom in the gas station and peed in the toilet.  I just hope that the towing truck would get there by the time that I’m done.

11:48 AM.  The towing truck arrives with Renee’s car at the gas station and drops it off near one of the open pumps.  Renee’s mom runs over and sticks her credit card in the pump terminal and has Renee fill up her gas.  I glance at the meter impatiently, hoping that it would stop soon.

11:52 AM.  The meter stops at 15.9 Gallons and $58.35.  Renee’s mom took out the credit card and put it back in her wallet.  We all got into the car.

11:53 AM.  Renee turned the key and…nothing.  The engine began to rev up but it wouldn’t turn over.

Renee’s mom sighed.  “I think it’s a battery problem.  We need someone to give this car a jump.”

Really.  Can this day get anymore worse?  Who are we going to find at the gas station that can help us?

12:21 PM.  Late.  More than 20 minutes late.  A kind politician gave Renee’s car a jump and it started immediately.

Renee left the gas station and began driving towards my home.

12:36 PM.  The black Lexas sedan pulls into the Rivers Estate, hurrying to the main building.  The gate attendant opened the gate and the car proceeded through the long driveway, taking a while to get to the end of the drive where I would have to run the rest of the way to the front door.

12:40 PM.  I exited the Mercedes Benz and made a mad dash to the front door of the estate.  I was halfway to the front door when something made me freeze in a panic.  That fountain drink that I drank at the gas station didn’t help at all.  I didn’t just have to pee.  I had to pee so bad that my bladder was burning in pain.  I was afraid to move another inch as the slightest step would result in the release of my bladder.  Why?  Why now?  Why is the urge suddenly so bad now?

But before I could think anymore, I saw it.  Torrents of pee running down my legs and onto the cobblestone that led up to the front door of the estate.  And to make things worse, I was already more than 40 minutes late.

I didn’t even bother to move another inch as I already didn’t make it.  A puddle of pee began to form on the cobblestone as I began to cry, lamenting over the punishments that I was about to receive by my mother.  I didn’t just pee my panties.  I flooded them along with my dress, which was now dripping wet with pee.  I felt like my panties were submerged and I could feel every bit of the cotton fabric clinging to my wet skin.

I lost it.  I was now weeping hysterically as I approached the front door.  This was it.  With me having the worst accident ever and being more than 40 minutes late, I was afraid of what awaited me on the other side of that door.  My hands trembled as I grasped the door knob.  I closed my eyes, afraid of what I was about to see.

 

Chapter 10: Facing the Music

Both my eyes stung and my red cheeks were burning as the tears ran down my face.  I was now inside the estate, and my mother looked furious.  She was pointing to her cellphone and giving me an accusatory stare.

“Gabrielle Elizabeth Rivers!” My mother shouted as she pointed at me.  “LOOK at me!”

I stood there like a statue and obediently gave my mother a focused stare.

“It is now 12:43 PM,” she told me.  “Now tell me, Gabby.  Is 12:43 noon?  Is it?”

“It isn’t, mother.” I said in a soft sullen voice.

My mother walked up and slapped me in the voice.  “Is 12:43 noon, Gabby?” She said, raising her voice.  “IS IT?!!!”  She slapped me in the face a few more times.’

“No mother!” I screamed.  “It’s not!”

“Well, from now on, you are under my care.” My mother said firmly.  “You are NEVER going to another sleepover again!”

“NO!” I screamed.  “It wasn’t my fault!  Renee’s car ran out of gas and her car wouldn’t start after that!  Please give me another chance!”

But my mother shook her head.  “Well, your friend should’ve thought twice before driving a car on empty!  No Gabby.  No more sleepovers.  No more trips to the mall.  The only place you are allowed to go is Madeira and if I find out that you’re anywhere else, you will be removed from that school!  Do I make myself clear, Gabby?”

“But mom!”

“No buts!” My mother shouted.  “It I hear so much as another word out of you, you will receive a round of spankings from each word that I hear.  You blew it, Gabby.  I gave you a simple rule to be back by noon and you didn’t follow it.  Now your social privileges will be taken away and they will never be returned to you.”

As I walked forward, I gasped as I saw the drops of pee that trailed from the door to where I was standing.  I winced in pain as I felt the sting of pain on my face from my mother’s slaps.

My mother growled when she saw the source of my accident.  “You are a bad girl, Gabby.  And from what I’m seeing, you just don’t want to be a big girl anymore.”

Next to my mother on the floor, I saw the Rivers paddle which more recently had my name added to it.  My mother swiftly approached me and forcefully removed my dress.  “You bad girl!” she shouted.  “You peed your panties and your dress!  And look!  You made a mess all over the floor!  Bend down!”

I cried in just my bra and panties, full of fear and dread over what I have just done.  Mother was right.  I was a bad girl, and I was about to receive the punishment that was due me. I bent down, still feeling the moist pee-soaked cotton panty cling to my skin.  I closed my eyes, expecting the worst.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I screamed in pain as I felt the sting from the paddle mixed with the wetness against my skin.

My mother commenced her punishment, whacking me hard as she screamed each syllable.  “YOU! BAD! GIRL! GAH! BEE! THAT! WAS! YOUR! LAST! STRIKE! DON’T! PEE! YOUR! SELF! AH! GAN!”

I screamed and sobbed with each syllable now feeling a wet and painful sting on my butt.  It ached and stung all over, which made me whimper in pain.

My mother than glared at me.  “Gabby, tell me.  Are you a good girl or a bad girl?”

“I am a bad girl!” I shouted, clearly enunciating every syllable.

My mother nodded.  “That’s right, dear.  And because you had three accidents, you know the rules.  Starting now, you are done wearing your big girl underwear and will be wearing Pullups for the next week.  And because you are not a big girl anymore, you have lost all your big girl privileges.  No video games.   You must play with the toys that I give you.  You can feed yourself but I have to serve you the food.”

I pointed upstairs.  “What about Abby’s diapers?”

My mother smiled.  “Gabby, you are not a big girl anymore so I will be changing all of Abby’s diapers now.  Get upstairs and get a shower.  MOVE IT!”

I nodded and began walking upstairs, not even realizing that I left my overnight bag downstairs with my mother.

I silently cried in pain, wincing as I walked up the stairs.  I could only guess that my sister Abby was taking a nap right now, so she was sparing seeing my punishment take place.  But now, it wasn’t fair.

Why does my mother have to be such a cold and heartless bitch?  Seriously!  I had NO CONTROL over Renee running out of gas.  And because of her, I can never hang out with my friends again?  Really?

I groaned in pain as I shook a shower, every drop of water feeling like a needle against my sore and sensitive skin.  My butt was red and raw, thanks to my mother’s cruel and relentless discipline.  But my mother was right.  She was always right.  I deserved it.  Not only was I late, but I peed myself the third time.  I was a bad girl and I totally deserved it.

I wrapped myself in a towel and left the bathroom.  My heart sank when I saw my mother pointing to a pile of my sodden clothes from my overnight bag.

“So you peed yourself at the sleepover?” My mother asked me.  “Just when were you going to tell me about that, Gabby.  Keep that towel on and get on the bed.”

I did what I was told and lied on my bed facedown, still wrapped in both towels.

“Now,” My mother began.  “You are going to tell me every single accident that you had at the sleepover.  Don’t leave anything out!  Start with the mall.  Where was your first accident?”

A fresh stream of tears flowed out of my eyes.  “I peed myself in the mall bathroom!” I cried.  “And my friends had to buy me dry panties!”

SMACK!  My body recoiled and I screamed in pain.

“What else?” My mother continued.  “Tell me everything, Gabby!”

I frowned.  “I peed twice in Renee’s parent’s pool and once in their hot tub.”

SMACk!  Each confession made my butt redder and more sore.  I cried, wishing that the pain would just go away.

Before I could even begin my next confession, my cell phone vibrated next to my pile of sodden clothes.

I had no chance to get to my cell phone before my mother scooped it off the floor.

“So what matter is so important that your friend has to interrupt us?” My mother said, swiping the phone.  “Unlock it, Gabby!”

I unlocked the phone and handed it to my mother.

My mother checked the one unread text message.  “It’s your friend Renee.  It says ‘My mom found your soaked bedding and she is PISSED.  So you wet the bed at someone else’s house?”

SMACK! SMACK!  “BAD! GIRL! YOU! DO! NOT! WET! THE! BED! AT! OTHER! PEOPLE’S! HOUSES!

My mother then glanced at me with disappointment as I tried to not think of the pain.  “Now be honest about the bed, Gabby.  How did it happen?”

I sighed.  “I went to bed and I woke up.  The bed was sopping wet! I took a shower, changed into my pink dress and dry panties drank some water, and went back to bed.  I woke up with a smaller accident.  I sighed as I thought of the minor accident during movie night.  “Oh, and before I went to bed, I had a tiny accident in the bathroom!”

My mother was now counting on her fingers how many accidents that I had total.  “You’re up to seven accidents, Gabby.  And since I haven’t even put you in Pullups yet, each accident is another week in Pullups so you’re wearing Pullups for the next two months.

The cellphone vibrated.  My mother looked at it and scowled.

“It’s your friend Renee!” My mother shouted.  She swiped the answer button and smiled.  “Hello?”

“Gabby?  Oh wait!  You’re not Gabby!  Anyway, my mom is pissed and she wants to talk to you right now!”

“I am Gabrielle’s mother,” my mother told her.  “And Gabby is in the process of being disciplined right now.  If it’s any matter of concern, have the mother talk to me.”

“Hi!  Miss…”

“Rivers!” My mother immediately said.  “Vivian Rivers.  What seems to be the problem?”

“Miss Rivers?  Your daughter Gabby seemed to have peed all over the bedding in the guest bedroom, but she never bothered to tell me about it.  And because there was no mattress protecter, the mattress is now ruined.  Can I expect that this mattress and bedding will be replaced at your expense?”

My mother nodded.  “At Gabby’s expense.  I pay her a liberal allowance so she has more than enough to pay for that.”

“Good!  I will place the order for the new mattress and bedding set and will be by later to collect the expense.  Also let your daughter know that she is no longer welcome to stay over here.  She just ruined a $2,000 mattress and $3,000 bedding set.”

My mother nodded.  “I have already talked to Gabby about this and I agree with you.  Gabby will not be sleeping over at your place again.”

“Very good, Miss Rivers.  Now I will be over at 5:30 to pick up the money.  The invoice will be texted to your daughter’s phone, so look for that.”

My mother nodded as she scratched her chin.  “I will.  I’m very sorry about the mattress Miss…”

“It’s Mrs.  Mrs. Kingsley.  I’ll be over at 5:30. Bye!”

No sooner did my mother hang up that she became furious.

“You bad girl!” She shouted.

And with that, I endured another series of spankings for that conversation with Mrs. Kingsley (Renee’s mom).

After the punishment was over, my mother pointed to the door.

“Into my room,” My mother told me.

I followed my mother into her bedroom, where I saw a plastic sack of Size Large Goodnites laying on top of her bed

My mother tore open the sack and stretched the overnight Pull-up in her hands.  “Step in,” my mother directed me.  “Your two months of potty training begin now.”

Potty training?  Mother, I was already potty trained!  Don’t you mean re-potty training?  Whatever.  In being cut off from my social world, I felt helpless.  I stared at the Pull-up and sighed, lamenting over my last few moments as a big girl.

 

Chapter 11: Repotty Training: Day 1

Despair could barely describe the vast chasm of hopelessness that existed in my heart right now.

Already it has been two whole hours since my mother had me start wearing Pull-Ups.   Okay.  They’re not really Pull-Ups but Goodnites Nighttime Underwear for Girls.  It was a large and designed for middle school aged girls who still wet the bed.  But as far as I was concerned, the Pull-Up was designed just for me.  Just for my punishment.  A punishment that I totally deserved since I was a bad girl.

To add to the humiliation, my mother would not allow me to wear any pants over the “Pull-Up”.  According to her rules, the Pull-Up must be visible at all times, resulting in me having to walk around in just a Pull-Up and a plain white T-shirt around the house.  The colored swirl designs felt juvenile with the lavender colors around the hips and waist.  That and the soft padding served as a constant reminder of my punishment.  The soft crinkle reminded me of it with every step I took.

Within the two hours, my mother has taken me to the bathroom four times.  For every half hour for the entire day, my mother took me to the bathroom and supervised me while I did my business.  I was not allowed to leave the toilet unless I either peed or pooped in it.  This meant that I had to wait for the smallest drops of pee to enter the toilet bowl if I already peed more recently.  With this regimen, My Pull-Up has remained dry so far, but it didn’t change the humiliation that I felt with having to wear one in front of my mother and baby sister.

Besides this punishment, my biggest despair lied in me knowing very well that I was banned for life in being able to hang out with my friends.  So what does that mean, mother?  Can I not move out for fear that I might hang out with Gina or Renee?  So much for teaching me responsibility.  All this did was create a deep despair inside of me that could not be cured.  What is going to motivate me to do well at the Madeira School?  What is going to motivate me?  The fear of receiving another spanking from my mother.  The fear of my bottom being beat raw by my mother’s chosen instrument of discipline.  Whether it was the belt, the paddle, or even her bare hand, this was motivation enough for me to at least work hard on my studies to avoid any additional pain to my posterior.

Another nail in the coffin was my mother taking away every single one of the things that I loved to do.  She took away my Lord of the Rings books and replaced them with books that were appropriate for a five-year-old.  She took away my Nintendo Switch and installed parental controls on my TV so that only she could decide the programing that I could watch.  She filled my room with all the toys that I used to play with when I was just five.

But all was not lost when it came to the entertainment.  My mother teased me with the promise that I could earn one of my privileges back if I stayed dry in my Pull-Ups and used the potty every time like a big girl.  She made it clear that the one privilege that I could never regain was any outings with my friends.  I was not allowed to leave the property of the Rivers Estate.  And if she ever found out that I left, she promised me that I would receive the most severe punishment that she had.  I didn’t want to know what this was, so I was basically under complete house arrest as long as my mother was alive and taking care of me.

While I had my four trips to the bathroom, my mother checked Abby’s diaper every time, and has changed it twice so far without me needing to do it.  I brought it up only once for my mother to remind me that “I was being punished” and that “little girls don’t know how to change diapers”.  As far as my mother was concerned, I guess I am a little girl now until I somehow regain my big kid privileges back.  Among one of the biggest ones I want to regain is being able to wear my panties again.  This was only day one and just two hours in a Pull-Up that I felt so ashamed in wearing.

It was coming up to my next mandatory trip to the bathroom, and I shuddered at the fact that my Pull-Up was dry and my bladder was completely empty.  How does my mother expect me to pee in the toilet if there’s nothing to pee out?  Well, rules are rules so I will have to sit there until something hopefully comes out.

The other thing that I will have to tolerate is my mother’s constant praise for me using the potty like a big girl.  Talking down to me and treating me like I’m a third of my age is going to get very hard to get used to.

The mandatory trip to the bathroom began and my mother removed my Pull-Up.  I sat on the toilet, and it was just as I expected.  There was not a drop of pee that came out.

“Mother,” I complained.  “There’s nothing coming out.  Can’t we just try in another half hour?”

“Absolutely not, Gabby.” My mother said in a stern voice.  “You are going to sit there until you go pee pee.  Do it for mommy, okay?”

Oh sure, mom.  Talk to me like I’m five again.  I quietly sighed in frustration as I sat there with my bladder still empty.

I then thought of the evening when I went to bed and gasped.  “What about when I sleep?  How am I going to keep track of my accident?  Will those count towards my three strikes?”

My mother shook her head.  “Not at all, Gabs.  You are just learning the potty, so only the daytime accidents are going to count.  Three daytime accidents within the same week puts you in diapers.  For every new week, the accidents reset to zero.  And as long as you remain a good girl, you have eight weeks that you have to wear Pull-Ups.  And every new week that you have less than three accidents, I will give you a privilege back.  If you want all eight back, minus your lifetime ban from outings with your friends, you will be a good girl and use the potty for mommy, okay?  Now Gabby, you haven’t gone potty yet.  I’m going to check Abby’s diaper.  Don’t leave that toilet until you pee or it’s another extra week in Pull-Ups.”

I quietly sighed as I just began to feel the discomfort in sitting on the toilet for longer than necessary.  My mother left as I found myself staring at the floor.  Is there any hope to be freed from this cruel and heartless bitch?  I didn’t dare move an inch as I could almost hear my mother screaming at me in my mind, despite the fact that she wasn’t even in the room.

A few minutes later, I continued to relax my bladder as virtually nothing came out.  Nothing except what I noticed were a few small droplets of pee.  Mom.  Mother.  Where are you?  I just went pee on the toilet!  Can I leave the bathroom now?

Minutes passed as sitting on the toilet now felt like torture.  I didn’t have to pee at all and all I managed were a few drops of pee.  The drops were so small that it didn’t even change the color of the water inside the toilet bowl.  It remained a clear color, with all the evidence of my pitiful excuse of using the potty nonexistent.  That minimal evidence was all I needed to be able to get off this toilet seat.  My butt started to become sore, but only from sitting on the seat for so long.

My mother re-entered the bathroom, holding Abby in her arms once again while she was once again being nursed at my mother’s breasts.  My poor little sister is never going to grow up and based on my recent punishments, neither will I .  I lost a decade worth of privileges in just one day, and it would take almost two months to get them all back, except for my social outings with my friends, which in hindsight was UNFAIR since she based my conduct on punctuality that I had virtually no control over this time.  So thanks to Renee, I can never hang out with my friends anywhere again.  Thanks Renee for ruining my social life forever.

Abby was in her pale yellow short sleeved onesie, which I am convinced was my mother’s favorite onesie to dress her in, as she is almost always in that onesie when my mother is nursing her.  She was feverishly sucking away like she was starving.

At that moment, my mother pulled Abby away from her breast to direct her attention to where I was sitting.

Abby whined as her small hands reached for my mother’s bust.  “Mo mak!  Mo mak!  Hun-ghee mama!  Hun-ghee!”  Abby’s whine became a loud wail, which was swiftly quenched by my mother shoving a pacifier in her mouth.

“Not yet, Abbycadabry.” My mother said, pointing to me sitting on the toilet, with my dry Goodnite sitting nearby.  The whole scene made it look like I was just a little older than her, learning to use the potty for the first time.  “You see that?  Now I just had to change your poopy diaper, but look!   It’s your big sister learning to use the potty.  She was a bad girl, so she had to wear Pull-Ups again.  Watch, okay?  Your sister is such a big girl!”

My face reddened as I watched Abby fixing her gaze on me as she steadily sucked on her pacifier.  From the way that her eyes were dancing around me and the toilet seat, it was almost like she recognized it.  Did my mother show her the toilet before?

And I don’t know if I actually saw it, but I could see Abby almost nodding, but it looked more like her tilting her face up and down like a clumsy infant.  Her eyes returned to my mother, and she spit the pacifier out of her mouth.  “Mo mak, mama…” Abby said, in a soft and weak voice this time.

But my mother firmly shook her head.  “Not yet, Abs.  You’re going to watch your sister act like a big girl.  Now Gabby, can you go potty for mommy?”

I sighed.  “I already went.  It was a few drops.”

My mother furrowed her brow and shook her head.  She inspected the toilet bowl between my legs and shook her head.  “Gabby, that is a lie.  I don’t see a single trace of yellow in that toilet.  And until you go potty, you are not leaving the bathroom.

It was official.  I was doomed.  I still didn’t have to pee and there was not a single drop of pee coming out.  And my poor sister was now forced to watch me pee on the toilet like I was a preschooler.  My sister produced the same face that I always saw.  A face of sadness.  A face that was empty and vacant.  A face that looked very hungry.

And there I was, my butt still glued to the toilet seat.  I don’t know if it has been an hour or longer, but I was still sitting there with not so much as a single drop of pee entering the toilet.

“Please,” I silently prayed.  “Just one drop.  One…drop…”

Moments later, I heard a short and sustained trickle.  That was it.  That was all that my bladder wanted to empty at that point.

My mother smiled at me and then at Abby.  “Good girl!  What a big girl you are in using the potty all by yourself!  You see that, Abbycadabry?  Gabby is a big girl.”

Abby gave my mother a blank smile as she glanced at her again.  “Hun-ghee mama.  Mo mak…Mo mak…”

My mother nodded, letting Abby latch back onto her breasts as she began to nurse her again.  “There you go.”  She then glanced at me.  “Wait until I’m finished nursing Abby and I’ll help you with your Pull-Up.  DON’T leave the toilet seat!”

My mother left with Abby, while my butt felt sore sitting there for so long.

About ten minutes later, my mother came back into the bathroom and pointed at me.

“Stand up,” My mother ordered.

I stood up and could almost feel the toilet seat peeling off my rear.  It was painful sitting there for so long, but I was at the mercy of my mother.  I couldn’t do a thing without her permission.

My mother picked up the Pull-Up and had me stand back into it, one leg at a time.  With both legs in the Pull-Up, she tugged the waist up until the Pull-Up was snug around my waist.

My mother then poured a glass of water for me and had me drink it.  I am guessing that this is to ensure that I pee on the toilet in the next half hour that I have to sit on it again.

At my mother’s request, I followed her to my bedroom.

Once there, my mother opened my underwear drawer and took the pile of panties out.  She took every last one as a way of sealing my punishment.  For the next two months, I could only wear Pull-Ups and she wanted to ensure that I didn’t cheat on this rule.

“I will be keeping these until your two months of wearing Pull-Ups are over,” she explained to me like I was five.  “Your panties will be the last privilege you will earn after two months, granted that you don’t get any other weeks added on.”

I quietly sighed at a volume that not even my mother could detect.  I glanced down at my Pull-Up, which felt bulky and soft.  I still felt humiliated and did not know if I could ever get used to wearing a Pull-Up.

But for the next two months, this was my punishment.  For the next two months, my mother’s strict regimen of re-potty training me would be in full force.

After all, I deserved this punishment.  When was my mother ever wrong?  She knew what was best for me and I dared not question her authority.

The evidence was there.  I peed myself at the mall.  I peed myself in my friend’s pool numerous times.  I almost peed myself during the sleepover.  I wet my friend’s bed twice.  I even peed myself before I entered my mother’s house late, when I was supposed to be on time.

I was indeed a bad girl, and I got what my deeds deserve.  Two months in Pull-Ups while my mother re-potty trained me.  This was going to be a long two months.

I quietly sighed in despair as I caught one last glimpse of the pile of panties that my mother was carrying before she carried them down the hallway toward her bedroom…

Chapter 12: Downward Spiral

My eyes squinted open and I felt the familiar bulk around my legs.  Familiar?  Did I just say that?

With it now being six weeks since I started wearing Pull-Ups, the soft and fluffy bulk of the padding was something that I started to get used to over time.  Every morning now, I expected my Pull-Up to be damp.  After all, my mother never penalized a wet Pull-Up overnight.  Because according to her, I was still being “potty trained”.  According to her, she couldn’t bring herself to be too harsh on a “little girl who is starting to learn the potty”.  Well, if that is what my mother wants to call me, I guess I’m a little girl now.  Afterall, my autonomy just didn’t exist anymore.  What my mother said was the final word in the household.

Six weeks ago, I did give my mother the money to pay Renee’s mother for the mattress and bedding that I ruined since I was a bad girl.  My mother didn’t allow me to even see Renee’s mother when she visited since that was “part of my punishment”.  According to her, this was a matter that concerned adults so I was a good girl and gave my mother every penny that I owed Renee’s mother for the mattress and bedding.

On a more positive note, my mother’s strict regimen to have me use the toilet every half hour has resulted in zero accidents over the past six weeks  I have earned just about every one of my earnable privileges back.  The last two that I needed to earn was being able to dress myself and the one that I was waiting for: my panties.  In just two weeks I would be able to get my panties back, but would still be forever barred from the social freedoms that all my friends enjoyed.

My latest privilege that I earned back was being able to use my cellphone.  I heard the buzz of my cellphone and checked it.    It was a text message from Gina.

Gina:  Are you still grounded?

I sighed and texted her back:  Yeah.  Of course!  What do you think?  My mom is cruel and inhuman!

I plopped my cellphone on the bed and was on the verge of tears.  I then heard another buzz.

Gina:  How was your birthday?  Did she at least let you celebrate that?

I sighed.  How would I respond to Gina?  It wasn’t a sweet sixteen.  It was just me prancing around with my Pull-Up fully exposed around the house just so that my mother would know if it’s damp or not.  The only highlight of that whole day was my mother allowing me to have a slice of strawberry cake with a generous scoop of Neapolitan ice cream.  Happy birthday, I guess?

I texted Gina back with the following message:  My birthday was boring.  All I did was play with my sister and watch a bunch of mindless cartoons.  Oh, and I had strawberry cake and ice cream too.  Worst birthday ever.  (Sad face emoji)

I then heard quick footsteps, which made me put my phone into sleep mode.

My mother opened the door and glanced at me with an expectant look.

“Wet or dry?” My mother asked me.

“Wet,” I sighed.

My mother nodded as if she expected that very answer from me.  “Nighttime accidents don’t count, Gabby.  Of course I will expect a lot more from you when you’re finally acting like an adult.  Get a shower and then meet me in my bedroom.  I need to get a new Pull-Up on you.  Get moving, young lady.”

I nodded and made a cautious pace to my ensuite bathroom.  I removed the sodden Pull-Up and proceeded to take a quick shower with practiced efficiency.  It had to be fast, as my mother didn’t want me wasting too much water.

I arrived at my mother’s bedroom, wrapped in two towels.  My mother was holding the Pull-Up, waiting for me to step into it.

I approached my mother and she guided me into the Pull-Up, one leg at a time.  She then pulled the Pull-Up from my ankles until it was snugly around my waist.  After that, my mother helped me into a bra and then a white T-shirt.

Since it was only three minutes before I had to use the potty, I walked with her to the bathroom and she removed the Pull-Up.  I sat on the potty and to my luck, a few drops of pee trickled into the toilet, granting me freedom from the porcelain prison.

After lunch, I drank a glass of juice, since my mother fed Abby some juice before her nap.

During my sister’s nap, my mother led me to the bathroom since it was another half hour that I had to go.

As my mother was about to remove my Pull-Up, I realized that I didn’t have to pee.

That’s when my mother said something that sent chills down my spine.

“Gabby, you’re wet.”

I glanced down and noticed that the Pull-Up was sagging.  No. When? When did this happen?  Did it happen on the way to the bathroom?  I can’t even remember peeing in it!  Could I have not noticed because the Pull-Up already absorbed all the pee?

My mother gave me a stern look.  “That’s one strike, Gabs.  You know the rules.  Two more accidents and you’re back in diapers.”

I spent the next 45 minutes on the potty, trying to pee anything else out.  Finally, a few trickles came out and my mother put a new Pull-Up on me.

I returned to my room and played with my Nintendo Switch, since I could play with all my normal toys again.  Having regained most of my privileges, I was relieved that I didn’t have to play with dolls or Legos.

I then paused my game.  I just couldn’t get over the depression that came over me.  How did I have that accident?  I was doing so good with the re-potty training!

My mother entered the room holding Abby in her arms as she was sucking down a bottle of apple juice that my mother held as she fed it to her.  “Gab, you need to drink your juice.”

My mother led me to the dining room while she held my sister and I drank another glass of apple juice.  This was the normal regimen since my mother wanted to make sure that I peed every half hour on the toilet.

After drinking the glass of apple juice, I followed her to my sister’s room, where she had Cocomelon playing for my sister.

As my mother sat Abby in her mini playpen, her cell phone rang.  She gasped when she saw who it was.

“This early?” My mother sighed.  “Gabby, I need to take this call so I’m going to my laboratory to talk.  It’s going to take at least an hour to talk to them so I want you to be a big girl for me.  Use the potty in another 26 minutes and then another half hour after that.  Think you can do that?”

I nodded.   “Yes mother.”

My mother smiled.  “Good girl.  I’ll be back when the phone call is over, okay?”

I nodded as she left the room.

I glanced at my cell phone.  25 minutes now until I use the toilet again.  For now, I decided to just sit with my sister and watch Cocomelon with her.

I did this and got lost in the mesmerizing songs.   I smiled and checked my cell phone.

“What?!” I gasped.

It was 3:24. I was supposed to use the toilet at 2:30 and 3:00!  And with it being almost 3:30, it should be my next time using the toilet.

My mother was still on the phone, so I walked over to my room and entered the ensuite bathroom.  I don’t know how I’m going to go potty since I don’t feel like I have to go…

My heart stopped when I noticed that my Pull-Up was heavily sagging before I took it off.  No!  Not again!

The bathroom door creaked open and there my mother was.  Great.  Perfect timing!

My mother glanced at the soggy Pull-Up that was on the floor and picked it up.  The inside was all yellowed, which made her sigh.  “That’s two strikes, Gabby.  Can’t you use the potty like a big girl?”

My face reddened and I sighed.  “I forgot, mother.”

My mother shrugged her shoulders.  “Just what were you doing to forget?”

I could see a tear rolling down my eyes.  “Well,” I began.  “I was watching Cocomelon with Abby…”

“And let me guess,” my mother interrupted.  “You were so engrossed in the program that you forgot to use the potty.  It’s 3:34, Gabs.  How many times did you forget?”

“Two,” I said, my breathing becoming more labored and forlorn.  “2:30 and 3:00.”

“One more!” my mother warned as she saw a few trickles of pee enter the toilet bowl. “You are one accident away, Gabby.  Now over here.  Mommy’s got to get you into a new Pull-Up.”

I nodded and submitted to the ritual that I was now very used to.  I stepped into the new Pull-Up and my mother helped pull it up my waist.

For the rest of the day, I did an excellent job in making it to the toilet.

Dinner was served and I had chicken nuggets, crinkle cut fries, macaroni, and a chocolate brownie for dessert.  For a drink, it was another glass of apple juice.

An hour later, my mother was just about to remove my sister’s yellow onesie when her phone rang.

My mother immediately answered it.  “Hello?  What?  You need the research now?  Okay.  I will begin it immediately.  Bye!”

My mother turned to me and pointed to my sister.  “I need to complete some research and then get you both ready for bed.  Now Gabby, it’s 7:48 so you have 12 minutes before you use the potty again.  Think you can remember to go in 12 minutes?  Remember Gabby.  You have just one strike left!  Be a good girl and go.  I’ll be back in another hour!”

I nodded and glanced at my sister, who was blankly staring at the TV screen.  Peppa Pig was playing so I watched the show with her.

In the middle of watching the show with her, I could feel the carpet getting wet.

I glanced down and gasped.  My Pull-Up was…soaked?  When did I start going?  I stood up and saw pee running down my legs.  I was still going!

I glanced at my cell phone.  8:07.  I was about to leave Abby’s room to use the potty when I heard my mother.

“It looks like they didn’t need the research after all.  Of all the nerve!”

My mother entered to find the scene of the crime.

There was a wet spot on the carpeting with a dripping trail of pee to where I was standing.

My mother was now very upset.

“Gabrielle,” my mother said, pointing at the accident that I just made.  “It’s 8:08.  You were supposed to go at 8:00.  Why didn’t you?  Did you know that you could’ve prevented this accident?  Let me guess.  You were watching another show with your sister.”  My mother glanced at the screen.  “Peppa Pig!  Well Gabby dear, if you want to be a baby, mommy can make that happen.  Your three strikes are up.  I’m putting you back in diapers.”

I smirked.  I am 16 years old!  How is my mother going to have diapers that fit me?

“Wipe that smirk off your face,” my mother warned.  “What is it?  Are you happy that you had this accident?”

“No,” I told my mother in a now sad voice.  “I just think that with me being 16, you are not going to have any diapers that fit me.”

But my mother picked up Abby and pointed to the door.  “Into my room, Gabby.  Move it!”

I hurriedly followed my mother as she carried my sister to my mother’s room.

My mother sat Abby on the floor and then proceeded to open up her closet.  She pulled out what looked like a plastic sack.

That’s when I saw them.  A pack of Size 8 Pampers Swaddlers.  Really?!  They make Pampers in size 8 now?!

My mother tore open the plastic and held the diaper out in front of me.  “You’re about 70 pounds, Gabby so this should fit you perfectly.”

I glanced at the diaper, which had a display of a sun with clouds, one of them raining.  This was it.  In seeing that diaper in my mother’s hand, I now knew that I was in trouble.

Chapter 13: But I’m Not a Baby!

My two legs hung over the changing table that my mom usually used to change my sister Abby.  I quietly heaved tears as I felt my mother holding the diaper folded between my legs with one hand while she fastened the two tapes with the other hand.  One tape.  My reddened face burned with the tears that were flowing out of it.  As my mother fastened the second tape, I lost it.  I began to cry incessantly.  My cries were muffled as my mother shoved a pacifier in my mouth.

“Quiet Gabby,” My mother said in a calm yet stern voice.  “You had three accidents, dear.  You want to be a baby?  I can grant that, Gab Gab.”

I spit out the pacifier in protest and looked at my mother, flush with embarrassment.  “But I’m not a baby!”

My mother grabbed my soaked Pull-Up and pointed to it.   “What do you call that then, Gabby?  Does a big girl pee her Pull-ups when she’s supposed to be potty trained?  You have everything in your power to get up and use the potty while I was busy, but you decided to pee your Pull-Up instead.  And worse of all, it leaked and you made a mess in your sister’s room.  What that’s telling me is that you don’t want to act like a big girl anymore…”

“No…” I argued, my voice sounding timid.  “You don’t understand, mother.”

“YOU don’t understand, Gabby.” My mother said, pointing at me.  “You are going to follow my rules and you’re going to be a good girl.  Now, let mommy get you dressed for bed.  I already dressed your sister so it’s your turn.”

My mother removed my T-shirt and bra and left me on the changing table in just my diaper.  She came back holding what looked like pajamas.  She unfolded them, revealing a large pink footed sleeper.

“Footed pajamas?” I softly squeaked, my cheeks burning red.  “No mother!  Can’t I wear anything else?”

“No!” My mother said, pointing to the infantile pajamas.  “From what you have been showing me, you don’t want to be a big girl, now lay still and let mommy get you into these pajamas.”

I flinched, now mortified at the pajamas that I had to wear.  “But I’m not a baby!”

“Hush,” my mother said, as she laid the pajamas flat on the changing table next to me.  “You are going to wear them or there’s going to be consequences.”

I nodded, my eyes red with tears.  I really had no choice at this point.  “Yes mother…”

“Good girl…” My mother unzipped the footed sleeper from the collar to the legs and helped both my legs into the two feet.  She then guided my arms into the sleeves until both my hands emerged out of them.  Now laying in my zipped open footed sleeper, my mother zipped the zipper from the foot all the way up to the collar.  She then fastened the Velcro safety flap at the top of the zipper by the collar.

I looked down and then closed my eyes.  I didn’t want to see it.  I didn’t want to see what I had become.  Embarrassingly enough, I looked just like my sister only I was a teenager, not a baby.

“Gabby,” My mother said sternly.  “Starting tomorrow, you will be wearing diapers for the entire day.  You are going to have that pacifier in your mouth and you are not allowed to speak.  You can cry or make any other sound that babies make.  But I don’t want to hear a word out of you.  If I do, I add another day of wearing diapers to your punishment for each additional offense.  If you follow my rules and wear diapers for the whole day, it’s back to Pull-Ups the next day.  The same rules apply for the Pull-Ups.  You will be like a big girl and use the potty every half hour.”

I sadly nodded, fearing that my mother had already started the rules that night.

After that, my mother guided me to my room and prompted me to lay on my bed.

“Gabby,” My mother told me.  “I am going to get your sister into her crib and ready for bed.  Keep this in your mouth until I return.  Do NOT take it out.”

My mother stuck a pacifier in my mouth and my cheeks burned red as I began to suck on it.

I quietly whimpered after my mother left the room.  With each second that I sucked on the plastic teat, I was sucking more and more of my dignity away from myself.  And the pink footed sleeper didn’t make things any better.  “I’m not a baby…” I softly said to myself, wishing that I actually meant it.

But deep down, I didn’t.  Because I knew.  I knew that I was a bad girl.  There is no arguing with my mother.  She is always right.  I had my accidents so now I have to be a baby now.  Sure, I could tell myself that I’m not a baby to make myself feel better.  But how much of a lie was that, considering that I was sucking on a pacifier and now wearing a diaper and footed sleeper?  My soft and quiet whimpers became cries of defeat.  I cried because I knew that every part of me was gone.  I cried because…because…That’s what babies do.  Babies cry…

And I was a baby.  A crying baby seeking the comfort of her pacifier to try to numb away anything else that I was feeling right now.

I suddenly felt two hands gently clutch me.

“Time for your milky, Gab Gab.”

My mother hoisted me into her lap.  She pulled out the pacifier and stuck a baby bottle into my mouth.

And…yeah.  The humiliation was gone.  There was nothing left.  Nothing left for me to feel.  I weakly smiled as I felt the warmth of my mother’s lap.  I sucked down the milk like the good baby that I was. 

This was surrender. 

This was order. 

This was structure. 

This was…my life.

I then felt the gentle pat on the back of my neck as I heard a vocal reward for my complete compliance:

“Good girl.  Drink every last drop, Gabs.  Be a good girl for mommy.”

Mommy.  This made me smile for some strange reason.  Maybe it was because of her new expectation of what I had to be now.  At least for the duration of my punishment in diapers.  It was like my body was on muscle memory.  Without hesitation, I followed my mother’s every rule to a tee.

When I was finished with my milk, my mother gave me a few gentle slaps on my back until I burped.

My mother then laid me in my bed and kissed me goodnight.

And as my mother left, my mind began to spin.

I was a baby.

But I was still a teenager.  My body looked every bit of the 16-year-old that I was.

But I ignored what my body told me because of my mother’s rules.  If my mother said something, it was so.  And if I didn’t believe her, there would be consequences to pay.

Almost instinctually now, I stuck my pacifier back in my mouth and fell asleep.

***

I woke up and rolled over, feeling a wide bulk underneath my butt and between my legs.  The diaper held it all.  It held everything.

And strangely enough, there was no sense of urgency.  No desperate rush to the bathroom.  That urgency was not there.  My bladder was empty and my diaper was full.

I sat up, stretching and yawning.

I was then suddenly hit with a strange urge to suck on my pacifier.  It almost scared me how quick of a habit it was becoming.  I put the pacifier into my mouth, like it was a part of me.

My mother walked into my room, nursing my sister in her arms.  I had no words to criticize my sister now, since I too was a “baby” now.

“Gddd mnnning mommhnn…” I lisped while speaking with my pacifier.

My mother’s face became cross and she scolded me with her finger.  “No no, Gab Gab!” My mother said in a sing song voice.  “Babies don’t talk!  For that, you’re going to spend another day in diapers.  You’re going to be in diapers today and tomorrow.  The day after tomorrow, you’ll be back in Pull-Ups.  But you can’t say another word or I will keep adding additional days!”

I froze, sucking on my pacifier like it was a part of me now.

My mother sat Abby down on the floor and approached me.

I was about to stand up when she pushed me down.

“No no, Gabs!” My mother scolded again in her sing song voice.  “Babies can’t walk.  They crawl.  I’ll give that one a pass but if I see you walk again, it’s another day in diapers.  Another day as a baby.”

I nodded as I crawled on my knees towards Abby.

Abby looked at me with a blank face.  I wondered if the face was the look of sadness.  The face that told me that there was nothing left.

That’s when Abby looked at my mother and started to whine.  “Mo mak mama!  Mo mak!”

My mother smiled at my sister.  “Not yet, Abbycadabry.  Mommy’s got to change your sister’s diaper first.”

Abby then became silent and glanced at my mother, who scooped her up in her arms.

“We’re going to your room, Abby.  Gabby baby?  I’m going to change your diaper.  Follow mommy!”

I followed my mother, crawling on my knees the whole way there.

Once there, my mother hoisted me into the changing table, where my long legs stretched out over the edge of the table.  At least they felt long compared to the changing table, which was intended to be used for a child closer to Abby’s size.

Now crammed in the changing table, my mother unzipped my footed sleeper and undid my heavily saturated diaper.  I somehow found some solace as I sucked away at my pacifier.  It now became as natural as my breathing.  It has already been overnight and I have completely gotten used to sucking on a pacifier.

I then noticed an interruption as my mother hoisted my butt up and laid me back down on an opened-up diaper while I rhythmically sucked on my pacifier.  I felt the soft cornstarch powder on my butt.  My mother also wiped me and wiped barrier cream all over my nether region. I then felt the soft sensation of more baby powder being sprinkled on me before the diaper was folded between my legs.  The diaper hugged me as she sealed both tapes around my waist.

After that, my mother discarded my pajamas and helped me into a romper dress designed for a tween.  But being the petite teenager that I was, I could fit into tween clothing.

But something was strange about this clothing.  I noticed it when my mother snapped the three crotch buttons.

Snap.  Snap.  Snap.

I looked down, pacifier in my mouth and found that it was a pink sleeveless frill smocked romper.  There were tiny white dots that dotted the whole outfit, giving it a babyish look.

This could not have been an outfit that she bought at a store.  This had to have been custom made and ordered on a website.  Was it etsy?

My concern melted away when my mother began doing my hair into twin pig tails.

At this point, it just didn’t matter.  Although I was sixteen, I did not look it at all.  I was a baby.  A bigger baby with custom clothes that my mother bought for me.

For the better part of the day, I was tethered to my sister Abby’s schedule.  After my mother changed my diaper, she fed me a baby bottle filled with milk.

I then watched videos with my sister Abby and played with her.

When It was naptime for Abby, it was naptime for me too.  My mother tucked me into my bed, having me sleep in a pink onesie that was in my size.

I didn’t think that I would be tired during naptime, but I surprisingly fell asleep.

And that’s how the rest of the day went.  I didn’t even bother to try to hold in my bladder as my diaper was going to hold everything.  Every time that my mother changed me, I was always wet.

That night, I felt my stomach beginning to ache.  That’s when I felt a churning in my stomach and groin.  The feeling became uncomfortable.  Oh no.  I have to poop.  Does my mother actually expect me to poop in my diaper too?

I sighed, as the feeling to poop became stronger and stronger as I held it in.

And then, I just couldn’t hold it anymore.  I pushed and felt a very soft and gooey mass spread all over the inside of me.  I could feel my padded butt swell and then felt the warm sensation of pee at the same time.

And I couldn’t believe it.  I wasn’t even disgusted at laying in my messy diaper.  I think it had to do with being so withdrawn and defeated that I just didn’t want to feel anything.  So I didn’t.  I let everything happen.  I totally crapped my diaper and was somehow able to fall asleep, despite the smell.

“Pee yew! It looks like someone was busy last night!”

I suddenly remembered that I still had one more day of wearing diapers before I could talk today.

That’s when I noticed my pacifier lying next to me.  I was about to put it in my mouth, but my mother was faster and she stuck it in my mouth.

“You stinky girl,” My mother teased.  “Let’s get you out of that stinky diaper and get you cleaned up, okay?”

I nodded with my pacifier in my mouth.

I crawled, following my mother to the bedroom.

My mother then took me to the bathroom.  She removed my footed sleeper and took off the diaper while I laid on the linoleum floor.

The poop was spread around most of the inside of the diaper and around my legs, butt, and nether region, so my mother carefully guided me to the shower and rinsed everything off with a shower head.

After that, she gave me a bath and handed me a bunch of bath toys to play with.

Reflexively, I grabbed the bath toys and began splashing the toys around like a carefree toddler.  It was muscle memory at this point.  If my mother wanted me to do something, I did it without hesitation.

After the bath, my mother took me back to Abby’s room and changed me into a new diaper while I laid on the changing table.

For the rest of the day, I just watched TV with Abby, played with Abby, took naps whenever Abby did, got fed a baby bottle of milk whenever Abby was breastfed, and went to bed when Abby did.  And all day, I just peed and pooped in my diapers without a second thought.

I was almost getting used to all of this when a chilling realization came over me.  It was after my mother kissed me goodnight and closed the door.

I was going back to Pull-Ups tomorrow.  Back to re-potty training.  This meant that my mother was going to take my pacifier away from me.  I would be expected to act like a “big girl” and not suck on the pacifier anymore.  This stupid pacifier.  Why am I so addicted to it now?  And why do I suddenly feel comfortable wearing diapers all of a sudden?

It was…my mother. Her rules had a way of breaking me.  But now I had to quickly adjust to a new set of rules.  No fair!  After two days of peeing and pooping myself, how do you expect me to suddenly adjust to using the toilet again?

No.  I will not.

“My mother will not take away my pacifier,” I decided.

She will not take away my diapers either.

I could already feel a subtle bulk between my legs and a gentle stream of pee beginning to tickle my butt as my thirsty diaper was consuming everything.

Yeah, I’m a teenager.  But I’m not a baby!

That’s what I thought anyway.  My mother showed me that I was a baby and now she’s about to take that away.

I pouted in my bed, losing my fight to stay awake as my days of being a baby came to a close…

Chapter 14: Summer Homework Assignment

I smiled as my mother led me to the bathroom.  Not only was my diaper soaked, it was also very messy.

I frowned when she left me in the shower after she undressed me.

“Get a shower, Gabby.”

Those four words bothered me.  My mother wasn’t going to do it for me?

I was almost in tears as I found myself having to clean the mess off myself.  After my shower, I was going to wear another diaper.  I was going to suck on my pacie.

I was all clean and I exited the shower.  I wrapped myself in a towel and entered my mother’s room.

My heart sank when I saw that she was not holding a diaper, but a Pull-Up.

“Nnnn!” I said, still following the baby rules from yesterday.

My mother frowned and gave me a stern look.  “Use your words, Gabby.  You are not a baby today.  You are going to be a big girl and wear Pull-Ups.”

“I no wanna wear Pull-Ups!” I muttered softly.

“Speak up!” My mother told me.  “And enunciate every syllable dear.”

“I don’t want to wear Pull-Ups!” I protested.

“You will wear them, Gabrielle.” My mother said, her voice becoming more stern.  “Say that again and you will be getting a spanking.”

I shook my head.   I didn’t want the Pull-Up.  I wanted my diapers.  “I DON’T WANNA WEAR PULL-UPS!”  I shouted, testing my mother’s patience.

It didn’t take too long before I found myself on my mother’s bed with my bare body hunched over my mother’s lap, my behind fully exposed.

SMACK!  SMACK! SMACK!

“Okay!” I cried.  “I’ll wear the Pull-Up!  Just stop spanking me, mother!  Please stop!”

I followed my mother’s lead and stepped right into the Pull-Up.  Yes, it was soft and padded like the diaper, but it wasn’t as thick.

I then glanced around nervously.  “Where’s my pacie, mother?”

My mother frowned.  “Gabby, you are going to be a big girl today so no pacifier.”

I was almost in tears.  I was so addicted to it and now my mother was not going to let me use it?  I was afraid of getting another spanking, so I didn’t argue with her this time.

Over the course of that day, I obediently followed the re-potty training regimen with my mother.  I wore no pants over my Pull-Up as my mother wanted the Pull-Up to be fully exposed at all times.  Every half-hour, I used the toilet like a good girl.  There was, however, only one accident that happened the whole day.  After breakfast, I peed a Pull-Up on my way to use the bathroom right on the half-hour.  When my mother saw the soggy Pull-Up, she wasn’t happy and I got a strike.

Throughout the day, I watched my sister get her diaper changed while she sucked on her pacifier.  This made me sad and jealous toward my little sister.  Very nice, Abby.  You get to wear diapers and suck on your pacifier but my mother won’t let me!  How are you so special?

Surprisingly, that was my only accident all week.  My accidents reset to 0 and my mother finally let me dress myself.

Embarrassingly enough, it took me forever to dress myself when I finally had that privilege back.  I was so used to my mother doing it for me that I lacked the coordination to do it myself.  And while I really wanted to suck on a pacifier, I found that urge to be lower than last week.

During that next week, I only had one daytime accident on Wednesday, when I forgot to get up and use the bathroom on the half hour.  Instead of going at 10:00 AM, I ended up going at 10:30.  My Pull-Up was already soaked as I had probably peed it sometime while watching Bluey with Abby.

By the end of that week, my mother called me to her bedroom.  She opened her closet and handed me back my panties.  So after wearing Pull-Ups for two months, I now have to wear these again?

My first day back in panties was not fun, as I was not used to the cotton fabric against my skin.  I was much more used to the soft and absorbent padding underneath me.  Wearing my underwear now felt…weird.  Like it didn’t feel natural.

And surprisingly, my urge to suck on a pacifier was a lot less at this point.

But with my pantie privileges back also came another responsibility:  I had to change my sister’s diapers once again.  Every. Single. One. Of. Them.

After changing an especially messy diaper after lunch, I got my sister in a clean onesie and put her down for her nap.

After doing this, my legs trembled.  I felt the strong need to pee again.  It was right on the half hour so I hurried into the bathroom and peed what seemed like a small amount.  Maybe a couple ounces.

What surprised me after peeing was just how bad I had to go.  Was my bladder a lot smaller now?  With my mother’s strict re-potty training regimen, she really didn’t give my bladder a chance to expand too much and I have been peeing so frequently that it had probably gotten smaller by now.

I wiped with some toilet paper and flushed before washing my hands.

I then went back in my room and plopped on the bed.  That’s when my cell phone buzzed.

It was a text from Gina so I read it.

Gina:  Did you finish your Genealogy Project?

My heart sank.  That’s right!  I had to research my family tree and provide a 20-page essay describing my family members and what they mean to me.

The door knocked and my mother entered.

“Gabby,” My mother said with an expectant look.  Have you finished your chores yet?  With your privileges back, you are expected to complete every weekly chore like before.

I sighed and shook my head.  “I will work on them right away, mother.” Before she left, I used this opportunity to ask her another question.  “Mother, can you help me with a family tree project?  I have to research my family tree and write a family tree describing my family members and what they mean to me.”

My mother looked impatient.  “There’s you, me, and Abby.  I divorced your father when you were born.  Need anything else?”

I sighed.  I’m doomed.  I just KNOW that I’m going to fail this assignment.  “Thanks mother,” I told her, trying to hide the frustration in my face.

What made the matter even more frustrating was that I would be returning to The Madeira School in just a week.  In just a week, I would be turning in…nothing.  Miss Rivard, my Junior English instructor will have expected me to complete my summer assignment that Mrs. Goethe, my sophomore English instructor gave me to do over the summer.  Even worse would be Gina and Renee asking me questions pertaining to my punishment.  Why can’t I hang out with them anymore?  What is the punishment?  Why the isolation?  I don’t really know what I would be telling my friends and if I would want them to know about my mother.  Knowing my mother, she would give me the worst punishment if I told them anything about her.

And to add to the frustration, I am changing all my little sister’s diapers again while trying to manage my worsening bladder control.  Just about every trip to the bathroom has been a close call for me now, even with the trip to the bathroom every 30 minutes which I have constantly maintained without fail.  If anything, I feel like my mother’s bathroom regimen to re-potty train me has made my bladder control worse.  I have found my bladder to be smaller than it was toward the beginning of the summer.  The same glass of apple juice that I drank at the beginning of the summer now made it feel like my bladder was about to burst.  Prior to that, I could easily hold in my bladder after a glass of juice.  Mother, what have you done to me?

My mother called me into her bedroom with it being the last week before my first day of my Junior Year at The Madeira School.

My mother held out something that both frustrated me and excited me at the same time.  It was the Pull-Ups that I had to wear for most of the summer.  Two long months because of my punishment.

“Gabby,” My mother told me.  “You will be returning to The Madeira School, and I am not certain that you will be able to maintain your bladder control there.  So, this is what I have decided.  You will be wearing your Pull-Ups to the school.  I will be packing three of them.  Instead of three accidents per week, you can have no more than three accidents in a single day.  You will be wearing a Pull-Up there and I will pack two additional Pull-Ups in your backpack.  If the backpack has no Pull-Ups by the end of the day, that means that you used all three of them.  If you have three accidents in one day, you will be wearing diapers all of next day.”

I grimaced.  “But mother,” I whimpered.  “Who will be changing my diapers?”

“You will,” my mother coldly answered me.  “The Madeira School doesn’t do diaper changes so you will be changing your own diapers privately should you have too many accidents in your Pullups.  Now if you manage to come home with one or two Pull-Ups in your backpack, your accidents will reset to 0 for the next day.  This is for your own protection, Gabby dear.”

I sighed.  Having fought so hard to get my panties back, my mother wants to try and worsen my bladder control?  But I knew better than to protest against my mother at this point, so I just decided to keep silent.

“Now Gabby,” My mother continued.  “With you returning to school, I will be taking care of your little sister while you’re away.  With that, you will be responsible for all her diaper changes after school before she goes to bed and on the weekends.

I nodded and left the room, trying to savor the last week of summer as much as I could.

One week passed and it happened.  It was time for me to go back to The Madeira School.  I was dressed up in my school uniform with a Pull-Up underneath.  Tucked in my backpack underneath the other two Pull-Ups that my mother packed was my panties that I would slip on once I got to The Madeira School.

The Chauffer dropped me off at The Madeira School and I found the nearest bathroom to change.

I found a stall and closed it.  I lifted up my skirt to find my Pull-Up.  I scowled when I saw that my Pull-Up was already a little damp.  I put it in my backpack and dug out my panties.  I peed in the toilet before I put them back on.

Just as I was flushing, I heard a voice that startled me.

“Gabby!”

That sounded like Brittany.  Not her!

“Hey pee girl!”

I opened the door and scowled.  “Leave me alone, Brittany.”

Brittany smirked.  “But that’s what you did at Gina’s pool party!  You peed in the pool!”

I sighed.  “That was two months ago.  Drop it!”

Brittany smiled.  “But I wasn’t the girl who did it.  You were!”

“Enough Brittany!”

Brittany turned around and saw that it was Gina.

“Are you going to bully my best friend?” Gina told her.  “Tell Gabby you’re sorry.”

Brittany sighed and gave me a glazed look.  “Sorry…Gabby!”  It was clear that she really didn’t mean it, but whatever.

Gina then looked at me.  “So you have it done?  Your Genealogy assignment?”

I shook my head and sighed.  “My mother was very unhelpful.  When I asked her, she didn’t tell me anything!”

Brittany gasped.  “There was an assignment?”

Gina sighed.  “Yes Brittany.  You were supposed to write a 20-page essay about your family over the summer.  Don’t you remember?”

Brittany shrugged her shoulders and let out a nervous laugh.  “Oh yeah!  Well, I guess I’m going to fail!  Me and Gabby are going to fail together!”

Gina shook her head.  “Not me!  I got it done!  26 pages all about my family and what it means to me.”

I washed my hands and left the bathroom while Gina and Brittany remained since they still needed to go.

Once at class, I discovered a surprising revelation after Miss Rivard read out the syllabus: only 25% of the ENTIRE class actually completed the assignment!

Miss Rivard sighed as she glanced at the classroom full of women (since Madeira was an all-girl’s school).  “I should’ve expected more out of you ladies.  But since only 25% of the class managed to complete the summer assignment, I will lower the standards for the sake of not failing the majority of the class.  The 75% of you that didn’t complete the assignment, that’s 16 of you ladies; you have two more weeks to complete the summer assignment.  After that, your highest attainable grade on the assignment will go down by one letter for each day that it’s late.  One day late and it’s a B.  Two days late and it’s a C.  THREE days late and it’s a D.  And don’t bother giving it to me after that, because you failed the assignment.  For the four of you ladies that actually completed the summer assignment, you all get extra credit.  14 extra points since your other classmates only have two weeks to finish an assignment that they had all summer to work on.  Now ladies.  You can all do better.  I will give you all the benefit of working on your summer assignment starting now.  Do your research.  Get out your laptops and start typing.  As for my four top achievers, get started on that syllabus.  Over the next couple weeks, I will have wanted you to have read through all of Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina as you will be journaling your thoughts on the story as you read it and will provide a 3,000-word essay on comparing love versus duty and a detailed critique on the realism and narrative techniques that Tolstoy uses.”

As I began to work on my summer assignment (or pretend to work on it, since I had nothing to write), I felt the need to pee.

“Miss Rivard,” I said, raising my hand. “May I please use the bathroom?”

Miss Rivard sighed.  “You are a young woman.  Why are you asking me?  Just go!  Everyone, Miss Rivers has reminded me of my bathroom policy.  If you have to use the bathroom, just let me know and I’ll let you go. But raise your hand first and tell me.  This isn’t primary school.  You are all on your way to becoming young ladies.  Just tell me and you are permitted to go, okay?  Back to work!”

I hurried to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet just in time.  To my relief, I was able to pee in the toilet without any accidents.

But as I pulled my panties up, I saw a tiny patch of pee in the center of the panties.

The rest of the day felt boring and with everything going on at home, it was hard for me to focus at times.  To my luck, I didn’t have any other accidents for the remainder of the day.

Before my chauffer picked me up from The Madeira School, I changed back into my slightly damp Pull-Up, and shoved my panties (the pee stain now dried up) in a different compartment so my mother wouldn’t find them.

As I was leaving the bathroom, I saw Gina again.

Gina had a concerned look on her face.

“So Gabby,” Gina said with a sigh.  “What’s with us not being able to hang out anymore?  I want to have a sleepover this weekend…”

I sighed.  “I can’t.  My mother won’t let me go…”

“Why?” Gina asked me.  “This is a new school year!”

“It doesn’t matter!” I hissed.  “I’m forever banned from any social activity.”

Gina now looked scared.  “Really?  Should I just call the police on your mother?  That sounds like cruel and unusual punishment.”

I shook my head, looking very afraid.  “Don’t do that, Gina.”

Renee, who just exited the bathroom stall gasped.  Even she was looking concerned.  “Gabby, did I just hear you say that you were forever banned from social activity?  But she’ll let you go to school because you’re here, right?  Give me a break.  Even my mother is over your whole bedwetting from the summer.  She’ll even let you come back over and everything!  Gabs, let us help you.  It seems like you’re in trouble.”

But I averted my eyes from Renee as well.  I didn’t want either of my friends helping me.  If they did and my mother found out, my punishment would be quite severe.

Brittany entered and her smile faded when she saw both Gina and Renee looking worried.  “What’s wrong?”

Gina pointed at me.  “It’s Gabby.  She lives with a cruel mother that is administering a most cruel and severe punishment.  Gabby is banned from any social gatherings for life.”

Brittany gasped.  “For life?” she said, her voice becoming a fearful squeak.  “That is so harsh!  Oh Gabby!  I never knew how bad you had it!  I’m sorry that I called you pee girl!  Do you want to come to my place?  We could be besties!  I’m totes serious!  I’m for real for real!”

“I can’t!” I shouted.  “Didn’t you hear me?  My mother banned me from all things that were fun!  Now everyone.  Leave me alone!”

As I left the bathroom, I began to hear some quiet murmurs from behind me.

“Oh, poor Gabby…”

“I know, Brit.  We need to help her.”

“But we need to be careful! Who knows what her meanie mom will do to her!”

After that last remark, I could see the tears coming out of my eyes.

I quietly wept until the Chauffer dropped me off at home (or prison): The Rivers Estate.

When I entered, I was surprised to see my mother holding a bunch of luggage.

I gasped.  “Mother, where are you going?”

My mother frowned.  “I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you, Gabby.  I am leaving for a scientific research conference in Boston.  There’s...a bunch of sciency stuff that you probably wouldn’t understand.”

I sighed.  “Why wouldn’t I understand, mother?”

My mother sighed.  “Why?  The people there will be the top leading scientific scholars in the world!  A bunch of leading scientists all sharing their research!  Scientists from Harvard, Yale, Princeton, Oxford, MIT…You wouldn’t understand.  Now, I am going to have a nanny that will be supervising both you and Abby.  Now Gabby.  You are still responsible for changing your sister’s diapers when you are back at home from school.  The Research conference is two weeks long.  Now today is the 19^th of August.  I will be back on September 3^rd.  Now since The Madeira School observes Labor Day, I will be expecting you to change Abby’s diapers on your day off.  Also keep up with your chores on the weekends.  Now mommy needs to be leaving now.  See you, Gabby!  Be a good girl!”

I smiled as I watched a couple of assistants help my mother carry her luggage out of the estate and to her limo, where she would be taken to the airport for her flight to Boston.

So mother suddenly decides to leave for a research conference?  Maybe I could use this time to hopefully learn more about my family, and turn my 0 pages from my summer assignment into an essay with more than 20 pages about my family and what it means to me.

With my mother gone, I entered my sister Abby’s room and could immediately smell the poopy diaper that my mother never bothered to change.  You had to leave that one for me, didn’t you mother?

I effortlessly lifted my 21-pound sister and laid her on the changing table.  I held my breath as I peeled open the tabs and opened the diaper, releasing the rancid stench into the room.  My sister gave me the same tired stare that I always saw and was now giving me a wanting look.

“Thaw-sty Gaw-bee!  Thaw-sty!”

I shook my head as I began to wipe the crevices around Abby’s princess parts and the rest of her with baby wipes, trying to get the poopy mess that she made all over herself all clean.  Really.  It seriously feels like I’m taking care of an 18-month-old instead of a three-year-old girl that should be learning to use the potty.  Why are you stunting her growth, mother?  She won’t be ready for school next year!

And even worse, my sister’s vocabulary is no better than it was towards the beginning of the summer.  Her words still sounded like a girl half her age.  Her mannerisms felt less like a toddler and more like an infant.

I finished wiping Abby clean and piled the wipes into her heavily soiled diaper.  I then applied the Aquaphor before shaking the powder onto a new Size 3 Pampers Swaddlers Diaper.  I stretched it and laid Abby on the diaper.  I shook some more powder on her and folded the diaper between her legs.  I folded both waist tapes between her legs and snapped the crotch button of her infantile yellow onesie back on her.

There.  Baby Abby was finally all clean and I changed her diaper.  What’s next?

My groin answered that for me as I felt a sharp sting in my bladder.

But as I was running towards the bathroom, I could see my white leggings begin to darken around my two legs.

That’s when I realized that I was still wearing the same Pull-Up that I wore this morning.  It was obviously leaking and the excess pee was running down both my legs.  I ran in a panic as my sister Abby trailed behind me.

My panicked run formed a trail of pee which ran all the way to the bathroom.  And as it luck could have it, I stopped peeing when I reached the toilet seat.  So much for using the toilet.

I sighed, as I was very relieved that my mother was not here to enforce her cruel rules on me.

Just then, I saw the door creek open.

“Is everything okay Miss Rivers?  You seemed to have made an accident on the way to the bathroom…”

Abby then approached me and began to whine.  “Thaw-sty Gaw-BEE!  Thaw….STYYYYYY!”

I glanced up at the nanny and nodded.  “Phyllis, could you please take care of my sister?  I already changed her diaper and she just needs something to drink.”

Phyllis nodded and gently lifted my sister off the floor, holding her in her arms.  “You’re thirsty?  I’ll go get you your bottle.  And then some more cartoons before dinner…”

I cleaned up, knowing that another maid would be cleaning my mess up.

The days without my mother felt quiet, strange, and eerie.  When I told my friends the next day that my mother went to a conference, they decided not to take action and try to help me.  They wanted to wait until my mother got back before they did anything.  I did tell them that I would try to finish the assignment while my mother was gone.

After school that same day, I approached the door that went to the east wing.  This was the wing that my mother TOLD me was off limits.  I was not allowed to enter this wing ever!  I could almost feel the sting on my butt as my palms nearly touched the door knob.  The phantom pain was enough to scare me to the point where I didn’t even dare to go into the east wing.

But as the days went on, I kept returning to the grand staircase.  The east wing was beckoning, but I was deathly afraid to enter.  Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday…I was too afraid to venture into the forbidden wing of my mother’s estate.  What would I find there?  The Beast? A bunch of enchanted objects?  A mysterious rose with a spell cast on it?

Sunday came, and then Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday.  Each day, I returned to the grand staircase, hoping that I could muster the courage to open the door and see what my mother didn’t want me to see.  Every time, I could feel the pain from long ago.  All those beatings that reminded me to never try to enter the east wing again.

So there I was after days of school.  Days of studying.  Days of additional assignments.  Days of weekend chores.  Days of mandatory diaper changes.  Days of intermittent accidents (I’m so glad that my mother’s not here or I would be in diapers by now).

Friday came, and with me being back from Madeira, a chilling reality hit me like a stone.  That two-week extension on that summer assignment was due Monday.

And there the door stood.  The door to the east wing.  The door that my mother didn’t want me to open.

But I could almost hear it.  The siren song.  The call of the east wing and the mystery that laid behind it.  Just why didn’t my mother ever want me to see this wing?

My fist trembled as I clutched the door knob again.

Then I heard a voice behind me.

“Nah Gaw-bee!  Don gah dere!”

It was Abby, making short stubby steps toward me.

I sighed as I released the door knob, as I didn’t have time to deal with my baby sister.

I clutched the door knob again, and noticed my sister Abby having a frightened look on her face.

“Nuuuuuuu!” Abby cried.  “Nu Gaw-bee!”

As I began to grip the door knob tighter, I could see Abby approaching me with her little hand, trying to pull me back.  But her puny tug on the back of my skirt was no match for my hand, which was formed around the knob.

I had to figure out where I came from.  I had to write the report this weekend.  The east wing was the only thing I didn’t know about this whole estate, and it felt like it was almost screaming.  I turned the knob as Abby began to let out a frightened whimper.  She was now tugging me with both her arms, like she was preventing me from entering.

“Nu Gaw-beeeeee!!!!  Don gahhhh!”

But even Abby’s strongest tug on my back was not enough to stop me from turning the door knob.

I turned the knob and I heard the door open with a loud creek….

Chapter 15: My Mother’s Journals

My heart skipped a beat and my breathing became shallow as I entered the dim corridor of the east wing of the Rivers Estate.

All the lights were off, and the sunlight peering into the tall windows was the only light that lit up the whole corridor.

Abby let go of my back and began to whimper.

“Nah Gah-bee.  Yoo nah gah hee yah.  Ih skaw-wee…”

The words that my sister just said sent chills down my spine.  I have never heard my sister talk so much like this before.

I picked up Abby and sighed.  “Why Abby?” I asked her.  “Why shouldn’t I be here in the east wing?”

My sister didn’t answer me.  All I could see was fear in her face.  She yanked the pacifier ribbon and began sucking on her pacifier as fast as she could.  I could hear the soft whimpers from my sister as I carried her through the quiet corridor.  It was clean like it was hardly used.  But why?  Why would my mother just keep this whole wing off limits?

I entered the next room from the staircase that led into a small hallway.  I entered the first room on the right and my nose was already filled with a very musty smell.  I turned on the light to find a spacious bedroom filled with pink pastels. Patterns of teddy bears and zoo animals lined the walls and baseboards around the room.  The carpet was a pure white with a crib and a changing table on the far side of the room.  A rocking chair sat in the middle of the room, with a large open playpen on the other side of the room, full of toys that an infant would play with.  This was not just any bedroom.  It was a nursery.

And Abby was now pressing her eyes into my neck as she moistened it with her tears.  When I tried to turn her around to look at the room, she closed her eyes and cried.

“Nah goh in woom!  Nah GOH IN WOOM!!!!!” Her crying became loud screams, so I left the room quickly with her.

“Why?” I said, looking very worried as I glanced at my little sister.

“Woom skaw-wee….Goh bak toh mah woom.  Goh bak naw…”

I tried to remain calm as I gave my sister a serious look.  “Abby.  Please tell me why you are so afraid of that room.”

Abby’s wailing continued as her heaving of tears elevated.  “I wuz bahd gul!  Mama haht me!  It haht!  I nevah bee bahd gul ah gahn…”

I gasped.  “When were you a bad girl?”

Abby didn’t answer me.  All she gave me was a frightful stare.

I began to sit Abby down to see if she wanted to follow me on foot.  Wrong choice.  Abby began to throw a fit.

“Naw Gah-bee!  Cawee me! Cawee me!”

I nodded and carried my sister in my arms.  It was a good thing that she didn’t weigh any more than she did.  I continued down the hallway with her while she clung to me like a monkey clinging to a tree.  Her arms were wrapped around me and I could hear her breathing.

“Goh bak.” She pleaded.

I shook my head.  “No Abby.  Your big sister needs to finish a school assignment.  This is the only way I can learn more about my mother.”

After the small hallway, it opened up into a great room, with a living room further east and what looked like a kitchen to the north of it.  The living room had what looked like an older TV with another playpen sitting in the corner with more infant toys.  I also saw a pack n’ play with a coffee table caked in dust.  Underneath the coffee table was an open sack of Size 3 Pampers Baby-Dry diapers.  There was something strange about the packaging of the diapers as none of the packaging looked that old on the diapers used today.  The Pampers logo looked outdated.

And yeah.  When I saw the TV, it looked like one of those older TV’s.  All the furniture in this room looked older, like it was never updated for a number of years.  I would say a couple decades or longer.

And like the bedroom, the living room too had a musty smell.  I carried my sister out of the living room and back to the great room, heading north toward the kitchen.

The kitchen was spacious and dated, with a large dining room area to the west of it.  A highchair sat between the dining room table and the kitchen island.

My sister then complained again.  “Thaw-sty Gaw-bee!  Thaw-sty!”

I sighed.  “I don’t know if this kitchen has anything for you to drink.”

My sister continued looking at me.  “Mo Mak!  No foamwah!  No foamwah Gaw-bee!”

I nodded and sat Abby on the floor, where she crawled next to where I was standing.

I opened the side-by-side refrigerator which had a water and ice dispenser that I was too afraid to use, due to how poorly kept this part of the mansion was.  And it was just as I suspected.  The entire fridge was empty.  The freezer was also empty, with nothing inside of it.

I then saw an archway that marked the double doors at the end of the kitchen.

I scooped Abby back up and entered those double doors.

The double doors led through a hallway, with only one door on the left in the middle of it.  I entered the one door to find a staircase, which led down a few flights of stairs.

When I got to the bottom of the stairs, it was pitch black.

I felt around for a light switch and could feel my fingers over one.

Upon turning on the lights, I could see a large open space.  Test tubes and vials sitting on various tables and a large modern desk with a state of the art computer with three monitors.

Adjacent to the computer were rows of book shelves that extended the entire width of the wall.  Some bookshelves were filled with various textbooks which my mother probably wrote, due to her four PhD’s that she keeps bragging about.  Textbooks on Molecular Genetics, Medical Genetics, Genomics, History of Genetics, Gerontology, and a few books on Psychology.  There were also various books on different aging studies as well as scientific journals and even a few of her dissertations with one of them highlighting “the missing link” needed for the fountain of youth.

Another shelf had some smaller books.  And due to my mother’s studious method of organization, these smaller books were sorted under what she classified as personal journals.  One large binder at the end was labeled “MEMOIR NOTES”.

I gasped as I picked up one of my mother’s journals.  This was it.  This was the key to finishing my 20-page genealogy essay and getting an A on Tuesday (since The Madeira School was closed on Labor Day).

The journal that I was holding was the first in the list and it was labeled with the following: 

AGE 10:  January 1, 1987 – August 24, 1989

Before I could study it anymore, I could smell a strong odor coming from Abby.  Seriously Abby.  Do I have to change your poopy diaper right now?

Abby was sitting beside me, now rubbing her eyes and yawning.  It looked like my little sister didn’t just need a diaper change, but a nap.  I decided to take care of both before I began studying my mother’s journals.

I left the east wing with Abby and changed her diaper.  After that, I filled a baby bottle with milk and fed it to her before putting her down for a nap.

With Abby taken care of, I returned to my mother’s laboratory in the east wing and grabbed a stack of her journals to learn more about my family.  I brought them back to my room and piled them on my bed.  I opened up my mother’s journal and read the first page:

January 1, 1987

Words cannot describe the level of frustration that I am feeling right now.  Forget my excitement about Christmas at the end of the previous journal.  To kick off the New Year, I just received my rejection letter from Harvard.  Forget the irrelevant fact that it was postmarked on December 29, 1986.  The Ivy League made it very clear to me.  That 10 years old is too young an age for someone like me to be attending Harvard.

Considering that the Dean of Admissions who responded was a MALE, I consider their selection process to be nothing short of a pure display of ageism and misogyny.  Did the admission committee ever consider that I am in the TENTH GRADE and have been taking AP Courses since my freshmen year when I was nine?  That, and I have gotten nothing but straight A’s since I first attended school.

Well Harvard, this isn’t the last that you have heard from Vivian Rivers.  I will appeal your decision to reject my admittance into your university on the basis of discrimination because of my age and giftedness.  I will make an example of your university and the Ivy League at large for your decision to discriminate a child prodigy like me.  If you had but a modicum of empathy, you would understand my position and consider it an honor and a privilege to allow an adolescent into your institution of higher learning.  Imagine the favorable press and headlines you would get for allowing a 10-year-old girl to attend one of the most prestigious schools in the world.  Might I remind you that the average girl my age would be in the fifth grade?  I am just two years from a high school diploma and will have two years of college credit from my stellar AP scores.

It is abundantly clear that you have overlooked my story and case that I have built that would make me a suitable candidate for Harvard.  I started reading chapter books at two and a half and was reading longer novels by three.  At three, I also knew basic arithmetic.  By the time I was five, I placed out of kindergarten and was placed in the fifth grade.  Learning to spell?  I could write research papers and I loved doing science experiments!

Also, I would like to remind you that two of my uncles and my father also attended Harvard, so don’t make this a misogynistic gentlemen’s club.

Anyway, I am seeing red right now and I’m going to draft my appeal letter to the Dean of Admissions. 

On a more serious note, my Uncle Marvin has Sickle Cell Disease and my father has told me that it runs in the family.  If that’s the case, I am both bound and determined to find a cure for this disease, whatever the cost may be.

Well, my father’s calling me for dinner.  Our chef has made a delectable dinner for us again.  I can hardly wait.

Until we meet again!

Yours Truly,

Vivian Rivers

Wow.  I couldn’t believe it.  Did my mother actually write that when she was ten?  Anyway, from just that page alone, I learned that one of my great uncles was named Marvin and that Sickle Cell Disease runs in the Rivers family.  I also learned that my mother has journals that are even older than her journal from 1987.  And from just my mother’s writing alone at ten, I can clearly see how that became who she is today.  Her arguing about not being accepted at Harvard.  Wow.  And my mother wanted to find a cure for Sickle Cell Disease?  I wonder if she ever did?

I scanned the pages and leafed through the various entries, flipping the pages until I found something more interesting about my mother.  A lot of them talked about her education at…my heart stopped.  Did she?  Is that what I think it is?

Yes.  From perusing the next three months worth of journal entries, she kept mentioning her studies at The Madeira School.  Is that why my mom sent me to Madeira?  Because she used to attend that school herself?  She complained about how Madeira would allow a 10-year-old but Harvard wouldn’t.  Then I found another entry that caught my eye.  I read that one next:

April 27, 1987

Salutations again, journal.  I can’t believe it.  I didn’t think that Harvard would do it.  But they did it.  They responded to my appeal letter.  They offered me their “most sincere apology” (their words, not mine).  After their carefully constructed apology that could almost pass for a steady stanza, they provided me with a explanation as to why they couldn’t admit me into Harvard.  Their explanation?  I didn’t have a high school diploma.  They made it clear that Harvard does not discriminate on the basis of age or even gender, and only required that I have a high school diploma before they could admit me.  They even expressed that they would be delighted to admit me when I have met this requirement.

So the only thing that is preventing me from attending Harvard is a high school diploma.  Well, considering that The Madeira School has me in the most rigorous program that they have to offer, there is really no other expedited way that I could obtain my high school diploma any earlier than my twelfth birthday.  Two years is not much of an inconvenience to attend Harvard, I guess.

In the meantime, I will figure out what fields of science I want to get my degrees in and begin drafting out my Valedictorian address for the Class of 1989.  Look out Madeira.  Your Valedictorian is going to be a pre-teen.

This made today even more satisfying.  Thanks Harvard for your reply!  I now have a science project to work on for extra credit.  Keep that seat warm for me and keep that ivy growing on your buildings!

Until we meet again!

Yours Truly,

Vivian Rivers

I began typing notes on my laptop of all the new things that I have learned about my mother.

I kept leafing through the weeks and months in 1987 before moving to 1988.

After 1988, I kept reading through 1989 and found an entry in June:

June 9, 1989

Greetings and warm salutations, journal.  I am rather tired and fatigued tonight from it being the day of my commencement.  As I expected, I graduated at the top of my class and I gave The Madeira School a Valedictorian address that they would never forget.  It was an address that challenged the minds of every one of my fellow classmates.  One that challenged their very future as they knew it.  Like me, they all hold the keys to the future.

But it is with a heavy heart that I have to say that my uncle let go of his.  On June 7, just two days before my commencement, my uncle Marvin died from Sickle Cell Disease.  This night is bittersweet as I am a mixture of emotions right now.

On a more positive note, Harvard is ready for me.  They mailed their acceptance letter to me back in January, asking that I provide them with the diploma before I enroll for classes in the fall.

In terms of energy, I am spent and I’m ready to recharge.  The maid has just changed the linens on my bed and I can smell the fresh sheets.  The funeral for my uncle Marvin is next weekend.  Rest in peace, uncle!

Well, I’m done writing for the evening now.  Tonight was memorable.

Until we meet again!

Yours Truly,

Vivian Rivers

I spent the next 45 minutes leafing through more of my mother’s journals, scanning through all of 1989 and 1990.

I then stopped again when I came across September of 1991:

September 2, 1991

Dear Journal,

I think I’m in love.  You are not going to believe this but there’s another student that is my age also attending Harvard with me.  His name is Jim Rogers and he is 14 years old.  Well, he’s not quite my age since I turn 14 in November, but that’s close enough.

Having taking classes non-stop since I graduated, I already have a Bachelor’s Degree in Biology and a Master’s Degree in Biology.  I am already working on my first PhD, which I should have in a couple more years since I still need more research to write a complete dissertation.  I want it to be on genetic links and triggers that affect hemoglobin malformity as I am determined to find a cure for Sickle Cell Disease.  I am postulating that I will need to map out the entire genome before I can draw any conclusions in my research.  My uncle Clifford is very sick with Sickle Cell Disease and I fear that my other two uncles could be next.  My dad is the youngest of all my uncles and has shown no signs of the disease yet.

Well, I think that Jim really likes me and he wants to ask me on a date.  Time to finish my research and spend some time with my new boyfriend!

Until we meet again!

Yours Truly,

Vivian Rivers

I gasped.  Jim?  Rogers?  There was a Jim Rogers that attended the Landon School (an all-boy’s school)!  He was at Gina’s pool party!  I couldn’t believe the coincidence.  Could that Jim at that pool party be Jim Jr. or Jim Rogers II?  I will have to find out from Gina if Jim has a father named Jim.  My mother did say that she divorced her husband when I was born.  Could my father have gotten remarried and had a boy named Jim?

I stopped reading for a moment to go and check on Abby.

Since Abby was awake, I changed her into a fresh new diaper.  Fortunately, it was only wet so it was a quick change.

I put on some Cocomelon for Abby to watch and she just mindlessly glanced at the screen while a nanny came in. She offered to get Abby a baby bottle filled with juice while I freely went back to my room.

I returned to my bed to notice a large patch of pee all over the comforter.

I gasped when I noticed a matching patch of pee that covered my entire groin.  Shoot.  I was so distracted with reading my mother’s journals that I didn’t even realize that I had to use the bathroom.

I told the maid and she removed the comforter to get it washed while she put a new comforter on my bed.

I then quickly removed my dress and panties and rinsed the pee off in the shower.  I put on a new pair of panties with another dress, which was orange instead of pink.

I continued reading my mother’s journals. 

In December of 1992, she got her first PhD like she said.  It was in Molecular Genetics.  In December of 1994, she got her second PhD in chemistry.

In May of 1995, my mother married Jim Rogers, but emphatically decided to keep her last name of Rivers, as she didn’t want it to be Rogers for some reason.  She fondly spoke about how my father was her wonderful lab partner and was always full of good ideas.  A couple months later, my great uncle Clifford died from Sickle Cell Disease.

In December of 1995, my mother got two more PhD’s.  One was in Medical Genetics and the other was in Genomics.  My father too got a PhD in Genomics and I continued reading my mother’s excitement as they worked on mapping the human genome together.

In January of 1996, my uncle Stewart was sick with Sickle Cell Disease.  He died two weeks later.

In February, I came across an entry that was rather interesting:

February 12, 1996

I’m going to make this quick since me and Jim need to get back to the research.

I just returned from the OB/GYN.  This is my first journal entry talking about this matter, as I don’t want anything bad to happen.  No complications or miscarriages or anything of the sort.  But with me being six months in, it looks like I’m going to be a mother.  The new baby is due May 7^th, and I wanted to make it clear to them that I didn’t want to know the gender of the baby until the due date.  I have lost three uncles now to Sickle Cell Disease so I want to be extra careful before I celebrate any new life that would come into the world.

When the baby is born, my first order of business is to lose all this excess weight.  I want my bundle of joy to see a fit mother.  I am not even 20 yet and I look like a blimp with this baby inside of me.

Jim is calling me.  We need to get the research done.  Uncle Edward is beginning to show symptoms of sickle cell disease.  Tests have come back negative and no cure has been found yet.

I’m coming, Jim!

Until we meet again!

Yours Truly,

Dr. Vivian Rivers

I smiled.  Wow.  It doesn’t look like my mother had that baby as it must have miscarried right before birth.

I read the next entry:

April 4, 1996

This is the saddest day of my life.  My mother died in a plane crash.  Her private jet never returned.  It crashed somewhere in the Atlantic and no one has been able to even recover her body!

Excuse me.  This is not a time to journal.  I am sad. Oh mother!!!

The next entry was no better:

April 20, 1996

Oh cruel fate!  Why do you despise me?  Uncle Edward died this morning.  That’s all of my uncles that lost their battle with Sickle Cell Disease.

That leaves my father.  Don’t worry.  Jim and I are trying to find a cure.  We will not stop nor will we rest until a cure is found.

That is all.

I wiped a tear out of my eye.  Could this be why my mother is so unstable?  So much trauma and so much loss in such a short time.  Could the baby be next?

I read the next entry in May:

May 12, 1996

I’m going to be quick with this one since I’m still at the hospital.

Salutations, journal.  The day finally came and I just gave birth to a baby girl!  Her name is Abigail Marie Rivers and she was born at 10:36 this morning…

My blood ran cold as I dropped the journal.  My face turned pale and I gasped.  No.  Either a horrible disease killed this baby with the same name or…

I read the journal again.  The name sent chills up my spine.

Abigail Marie Rivers.

My sister’s name is Abigail Marie Rivers!  It had to be the same.  It…

But something didn’t make sense.  If my sister was actually born in 1996, she would be 28 years old.

28. Years. Old.

Mother.  Oh. My. God.  What did you do to her?  Abby is just three years old!  What did you do to Abby?

Oh, I’m going to be sick!

I dropped the journal and lost color in my face again.

The fear and anxiety was more than I could bear.

I entered the bathroom and I vomited.

As I finished vomiting, I became very lightheaded and dizzy.  And…

CLUNK!

I blacked out.

Chapter 16: Revelations

“Gabby?  Gabby?  Are you okay?”

I opened my eyes and my vision blurred.  As everything came into focus, I winsed in pain as I felt a horrible bump on my head.

The nanny Phyllis was standing there, looking worried.

“What happened, Gabby?” Phyllis asked me.  “I heard a loud thump.  Did you fall?”

I nodded, pressing my hand over the sore bruise on my forehead in pain.  “Yeah.  I wasn’t feeling well so I threw up in the toilet.  Then I got very dizzy and lightheaded and then…”

“You fell.” Phyllis finished my sentence, adjusting the folds on her dress.  “Let me help you back to your bed.  I will get you some water and anything that you want to eat.  And I know your mother’s strict rules about changing Abby.  Forget the rules.  I will change your sister’s diapers until you feel better.  Your mother doesn’t need to know about this, okay?”

I nodded, very happy that my nanny is taking my side instead of being against me.

Phyllis helped me back to my bed.  It was good that she did this as I felt a little lightheaded as she guided me back.  I felt better when I sat down on my bed.

“I’m getting you a glass of water and a bowl of your favorite soup.” Phillis told me with a warm and caring smile.  “I will be right back, Gabby.”

Phillis left and I saw the open journal that I dropped on the bed.  I picked up the open page and saw the words again.

Abigail Marie Rivers.  Somehow, my mother figured out the fountain of youth and had managed to use the full extent of it on my sister.

Oh Abby.  Poor little Abby.  My poor little sister.  No.  Not little.  Abby was born May 12, 1996.  Abby is my older sister.  That would mean that I was the little sister all along.

As afraid as I was, I had to keep reading the journal to find all the answers.  I bravely kept reading the May 12^th entry:

Her name is Abigail Marie Rivers and she was born at 10:36 this morning.  The doctors measured her at 18.5 inches long and  4 pounds, 6 ounces.  As I am writing this, they just informed me that she just had her first bowel movement.  The meconium.  The most sterile poop that she will ever have in her life.

My little Abby is a delight to look at and I can’t wait to take her home with me.  I will be a wonderful mother to her.  It might be a little more work, but me and Jim will figure out a cure for Sickle Cell Disease.

Well, Jim is holding my little Abigail right now.  It’s now mommy’s turn to hold her.  Let me hold her, honey.

Until we meet again!

Yours Truly,

Vivian Rivers

I flipped the pages and read the next entry.

May 16, 1996

I’m home!  Well, my father’s home at least.  Father was gracious enough to let me stay at the Rivers Estate.  He is letting me and Jim stay in the east wing to raise Abby there.  We are already making use of the basement, and have turned it into a laboratory.  We have ordered laboratory mice and cages to put them in.  Abby’s taking a nap right now and so far, it is both a pleasure and a delight to be a mother for the very first time.  It is fun to hold Abby and her smile is just so cute!

Well, I have some more research to work on.  Jim thinks that there might be a breakthrough for the cure, but I have my doubts.  Time to head back to the laboratory to help him.

Until we meet again!

Yours Truly,

Vivian Rivers

I leafed through the rest of 1996 and sat it down.

1997 was next. My finger stopped on another entry that caught my eye.

March 3, 1997

Dearest Journal,

You are not going to believe what just happened today.  Abby just took her first steps!  Yes.  It’s unbelievable.  My little Abbycadabry is finally learning how to walk!  The steps are short and clumsy and she ends up falling.  But my Abby doesn’t give up.  She stands right back up and keeps trying.

Abby’s napping right now, of course.  How else do you think that I could get this written?

After months of trials, Jim’s breakthrough turned out to be a failure.  We needed to order new lab mice today from all the failed experiments.  If there’s going to be a cure for Sickle Cell Disease, it’s going to take a while.

Oh.  My little Abbycadabry’s waking up.  I think she’s hungry so I’m going to nurse her.  Mommy’s coming!

Until we meet again!

Yours Truly,

Vivian Rivers

I flipped the pages, quickly reading through the rest of 1997.

I then started 1998 and got to April.  I read another entry and gasped:

April 9, 1998

Well, it happened today.  The news that I never wanted to hear.

Father’s got sickle cell disease.  He’s showing the early signs of it.

Jim and I need a miracle.  We need a cure to help my dad.  A cure for Sickle Cell Disease.

Today has been quite busy.  I hired a nanny to help take care of Abby while me and my father discuss his estate planning.  From our discussion, he wants to will the entire estate to me.  The Rivers Estate and all of his assets.  A lot of it is my late grandpa’s money that my father was able to invest wisely.  There is also a valuable business that my father can’t run anymore because he’s sick.  He told me that the business is valued at $100 million.  I have no plans to operate it so I will be selling it to another business.  Some of that money can be used to renovate the laboratory.  I’ll consult my father’s financial advisors to invest the rest.

Well, I’m going to see how the nanny is doing with Abby.  Did she wake up from her nap yet?  Time to see.

Until we meet again!

Yours Truly,

Vivian Rivers

I anxiously kept flipping through the pages, knowing that things were only going to get worse for my mother as I read on:

June 7, 1998

Well, it happened.  I tried to wake up my father this morning and he wouldn’t wake up.  Overnight, the Sickle Cell Disease took his life.  Despite this being the case, I need to find a cure.  In sharing the same DNA as my father, I am not going to rule out the possibility of me having the Sickle Cell Disease.

Anyway, the funeral for my father is next week.  I now need to work with Jim and call the estate attorneys.  A lot of documents need to be signed as we need to finalize the transfer of my father’s estate.  Everything is in place but now the hard work begins.  I also need to find someone to sell my father’s business to.  I will work on that tomorrow.

I…can’t write anymore.  My father…he’s gone…

Now in tears, I kept flipping the pages, going forward a couple months.

August 16, 1998

It’s another triumph for my Abbycadabry today!  Abby just used the potty again all by herself.  At this rate, Abby is very close to saying goodbye to diapers during the day.  I have decided to make that official for her as I’ll be putting her in Pull-Ups during the day starting next week.  I will give her a few dry months before we make the exciting trip to the store where I will let Abby pick out her big girl underwear.

The estate planning is official.  Everything is in my name and I was even able to finalize the sale of my father’s business.  It sold for $107 million.  I will be meeting with my father’s financial advisors tomorrow to invest this money and avoid those pesky taxes.

Abby’s calling me.  She went in the potty again!  You did?  Good girl!  Mommy’s coming!

Until we meet again!

Yours Truly,

Vivian Rivers

Over the next couple of hours, I started to feel better.

After that, I spent the remainder of the weekend poring over my mother’s journals while Phyllis took care of Abby.  While I had close calls making it to the bathroom most of the time, I had another big accident on my comforter.  The maid washed and replaced it while I cleaned up again.  I reread her earliest ones from age 10 and onward and feverishly typed notes on my laptop.  As I did this, I was filling page after page with my genealogy essay.  I described my family in detail, and thoughtfully shared what each member meant to me.

After I finished rereading everything from 1987 to 1998, I was ready for the journals I haven’t read yet.  I am now ready for 1999.

1999 didn’t have anything special, and neither did the years that followed.  My mother kept sharing my sister’s progress from daycare, preschool, kindergarten and also shared her progress on the cure with my father Jim.  Breakthrough after breakthrough was made, but nothing ever made progress.  New lab mice had to be ordered from the numerous failed experiments.

But as I got to the end of 2007, I found another entry in November:

November 9, 2007

Well, my worst fears are now confirmed.  I now have the Sickle Cell Disease.

But on a more positive note, Jim and I believe that we have a major breakthrough.  We injected the Sickle Cell Disease to a few lab mice and then waited for the disease to materialize for a couple weeks.  After that, we injected the cure.  In just hours, we found the lab mice to be healthier than ever.

I am going to try a dose on myself to see if it will cure me.  Here goes nothing…

Until we meet again!

Yours Truly,

Vivian Rivers

I flipped to the very next day:

November 10, 2007

Happy salutations, journal!

I have the most wonderful news.  About five hours after I injected myself with the dose yesterday, I started to feel a lot better.  And after testing myself this morning, I can conclude that the Sickle Cell Disease is gone.

Father, this victory is for you as I have found a way to successfully conquer this dreadful disease.  This is a wonderful breakthrough that a pharmaceutical would love to have.  It will make me and Jim even richer!

Abby is still loving school.  In fact, she is calling me for help on her homework.  A simple algebra assignment.  I’m coming, sweetie!

Until we meet again!

Yours Truly,

Vivian Rivers

I smiled and finished up 2007

It didn’t take too long to find another interesting entry as I started 2008:

January 10, 2008

Well, Jim has done it.  He has found something very interesting with the cure.  He gave a larger dose of the cure to a group of mature adult lab mice.

A few hours later, Jim went to check on those same mice.  Every one of the mice looked like baby mice!

With this data, I can conclude that the cure is a special peptide that is able to target flawed and unhealthy cells and replace them with newer and healthier cells.  With a larger dose, those newer cells can effectively reverse the aging process.  So I not only have a cure all, but a youth formula!  Imagine the applications this can have in the health and beauty industry.  Jim has discovered a gold mine and we will surely capitalize on it.

Time for another trial with some more adult mice.  If this proves successful, it looks like we discovered the fountain of youth.

Time to see what Abby’s up to.

Until we meet again!

Yours Truly,

Vivian Rivers

I gasped.  Youth formula?  It’s starting to make sense now.  I kept reading on:

March 19, 2008

Hello journal!

After more than two months of tests, both Jim and I can conclude that we have indeed created a youth formula.  I have even used a dose on myself, but will want to adjust it next time.  From the dose that I gave myself, it made me 10 years younger.  It wasn’t even a full vial or anything.  Just an irresistible experiment that has now made me 21 years old again.  I know that it’s 21 as I have plenty of documented pictures of myself at that defining age.

While Jim and I know about this youth formula, it is too dangerous for someone like Abby to know about.  Abby knows the rules.  No entering mommy and daddy’s laboratory.  She’ll be turning 12 in May. It’s unbelievable how fast that she has grown!

Time to joke around with Jim and tell him how old he looks.  He doesn’t want to take the formula for fear of the risks involved.

Until we meet again!

Yours Truly,

Vivian Rivers

I just couldn’t believe it.  My mother has always told me that genetics is the reason why she looks so young.  But now I know how much of a lie that is.  Mother has been taking her youth formula to keep herself looking young.

I just couldn’t breathe as I was seized with another panic attack.  I kept flipping through the pages and typing more of my genealogy paper.  I stopped on the next entry:

May 16, 2008

Jim and I had a little argument today.  Jim claims that he was the one who invented the youth formula.  I had every part in helping him create the formula so Jim is clearly in the wrong.  Jim would have nothing of it so he threatened to take the formula with him.  But Jim is not going to do that anymore because I shut him up.  I gave Jim a full vial of the youth formula and it made him pass out.  Hours later, I found Jim helplessly tangled in all his adult clothes that were now too big on him.

I picked up my baby husband and weighed him.  Jim now weighed 6 pounds, 3 ounces and measured 21 inches long.  Jimmy is a newborn now and I think he looks so CUTE!

Little Jimmy is not going to bother mommy anymore about whose youth formula it is. Because let me tell you, Jim jim.  The youth formula is my creation, not yours.

Aw!!! Little Jimmy is crying now!  I need to get him into some newborn clothes and buy plenty of diapers for him.  I may decide to put him up for adoption.  Abby can’t know what happened to her daddy. She can’t.

Mommy’s coming wittle Jimmy!

Until we meet again!

Yours Truly,

Vivian Rivers

Mother, what the hell is wrong with you?!  According to what I just read, you TURNED my father into a baby!  Considering that no one will believe this account, I decided to only include the normal things that I knew about my father in my genealogy report.

Before I read anymore, I thought about that Jim Rogers that I met at Gina’s pool party.  He knew about the Rivers Estate and he knew that I had a sister named Abby.  I never told him about my sister, yet he knew.  Could that Jim Rogers that I met at the pool party be…my father?

I awkwardly smiled as a shocking realization came over me.  If my mother made my father a baby in 2008, that would mean that he’s now 16, making him the same age as me.

Even more awkward was the fact that I had a crush on Jim.  But after all these recent discoveries, I now realized that I had a crush on my dad the entire time without knowing.

“Father…” I gasped.  “You attend Landon now.  Did mother get rid of you?”

I smiled as I thought of my teenage father who shared the same age as me.  For the first time in months, I could feel what felt like hope.  I am sure that my father is intent on getting his revenge on my mother.  He knows that both me and Abby are living at the Rivers Estate and might even be planning to rescue us.  Hopefully, my father may come through for me, as my mother is acting like a total bitch.

I read the next entry and began crying:

May 23, 2008

It’s official now.  Little Jimmy is now at a foster home.  I made official new documents for him and gave him my last name.  Jim Rivers was born May 16, 2008 and is now under the care of a loving foster home.  If Abby asks about her daddy, I will just tell her that both me and daddy had a divorce.  These documents will not be necessary as I made some other convincing documents to explain Jim’s disappearance.  Jim Rogers died May 16, 2008 from a failed lab experiment.  The experiment vaporized his remains so there is nothing to be found.  It’s plausible considering the laboratory that we have.

Abby is calling me now.  For now, I will just tell her that daddy is on vacation.

Until we meet again!

Yours Truly,

Vivian Rivers

My poor father!  I sat there and cried for a moment, my theory about my father making more and more sense by the minute.  I can only guess that a loving family adopted my father.  They also had to be wealthy considering that Landon was an expensive all-boy’s school and Jim was at the pool party.

Jim also knew about the Rivers Estate when I gave him my last name.  It had to be him!

I flipped through June and stopped at July:

July 5, 2008

I didn’t want to do it, but I really had no choice.  Abby was asking me way too many questions about where her father was.  This has been going on for almost two months now.  But then Abby made the discovery.  She entered the laboratory without my permission and saw the baby mice.  She even saw a vial on the table with a stack of papers.  She picked up the stack of papers, which was a document on how to make the youth formula (formerly The Sickle Cell Disease Cure).

After Abby looked at the mice again, she glanced at me and held out her cell phone.

My Abby was going to call the police on mommy so I wrestled the phone from her.  I took the vial and filled the contents into the needle.  I then approached Abby and injected her with the youth formula.  I’m sorry, Abby but you were a very naughty girl.

Abby passed out just as Jim did.  During this time, I made the preparations.  I had Abby’s old newborn clothes.  I even had plenty of diapers for when I took care of little Jimmy for a short time.  Abby will not be needing her bedroom in the west wing anymore, so she will be staying in her nursery in the east wing now.  It’s still set up just as it was before she outgrew it before her fourth birthday.

I watched my little Abbycadabry shrink before my very eyes.  The old cells were replaced by brand new ones.

So yes, Ab.  You figured it out.  Bad mommy!  Oh, I know.  But now you can’t tell on mommy anymore because you’re just a little baby!

I now understand that I’m going to have to raise you again, but you’re worth it.  And when you wake up, you’re going to be a good little girl for mommy.

Abby has now stopped shrinking so I will now measure her.  18.5 inches long and 4 pounds 6 ounces.  Wasn’t that your birth weight?

Well, Abby’s still unconscious and those size 10 children’s clothes are way too big on her now.  Her oversized tween clothes now look like a blanket to her.  I will dress my little Ab Ab in her cute newborn onesie and her yellow footed sleeper.  But first, my Abby needs a diaper change.  She peed all over her tween clothes in her sleep.

It's okay, Ab.  Mommy will get you in a fresh diaper and some comfy clothes.  I now need to put Abby in her crib in her old nursery so she can have a good nap.  Like old times, huh Ab?

Until we meet again!

Yours Truly,

Vivian Rivers

WHAT?  Why mother?  Why are you so heartless and cruel?  It all makes sense now.  How my little sister keeps pleading with me to not give her the “foamwah”.  Abby was talking about this formula.  The Youth Formula.  The formula that transformed her from a middle schooler to a newborn in just a few hours.  Mother, I understand your motivation to finding a cure for the Sickle Cell Disease that took the lives of all my great uncles and my grandfather.  It even cured you.  But now using it to manipulate others around you?  Mother, I’m sorry but you have totally gone off the fucking deep end.  What was it that made your mind crack?  Your father dying?  Your greed to have ownership over a youth formula that my father invented?  The euphoric feeling of being 10 years younger?  Is there a chemical in that youth formula that turned you into a fucking psycho?

Oh Abigail!  My poor big sister!  If this was the start of your torment, then you had to deal with 16 long years of it.  And I’m guessing that mother kept giving you more formula every time you were naughty.  I picked up the journal and kept reading the later entries.  My heart stopped on the next one:

July 16, 2008

Salutations journal!  Guess where I am?  I am at the hospital again to celebrate since I just gave birth to another baby girl.  If Jim gave me any gift before I disposed of him, it was this wonderful bundle of joy.  And what did I name her?  Her name is Gabrielle Elizabeth Rivers and she was born at 11:06 a.m. earlier today.  The doctors measured her at 19 inches long and 4 pounds, 13 ounces.  For living arrangements, Gabby will be having Abby’s former bedroom in the west wing.  It has already been turned into a nursery that is perfect for my Gabby.  Abby will stay in the east wing, as Gabby can’t find out about her baby sister yet.  The nanny is currently watching Abby right now so I could deliver Gabby here.

Oh, Gabby’s crying!  Mommy’s here Gab Gab.  It will be alright.

Until we meet again!

Yours Truly,

Vivian Rivers

So this is where I come into the picture!  So is this what mother did?  Hide my older sister Abby in the east wing and raise her there while I grew up with mother, thinking that I was an only child?  That’s why you made the east wing forbidden!  You are a repulsive excuse for a human being, mother.  I can only guess that you hid my sister there until three years ago, when you “pretended” that she was born with that homebirth story that you kept telling me.

I kept leafing through 2008 but there wasn’t anything else worth noting.  Just more of my mother raising me and my sister in separate wings of the house.

I leaf through 2009, 2010, 2011, and 2012 and there was nothing worth noting.

After thinking that there was nothing in 2013, my finger stopped more than halfway through the journal.  I gasped as my worst fears were confirmed:

July 6, 2013

I had to discipline two naughty girls today.  First of all, I found Abby trying to escape the east wing.  Now mommy has told her to never leave the east wing so I delivered to Abby the full extent of my discipline.

I took Abby into the nursery and gave her a spanking.  After that, I injected her with another full dose of youth formula, making my troublesome five-year-old pass out.  When she wakes up, she will be a newborn again and she will be a good girl for mommy.

After I picked Gabby up from her summer program, I found her about to enter the east wing.  With that, I disciplined her and told her to NEVER go in the east wing again.  I felt that was enough, since I don’t want Gabby to know about the youth formula.

Both girls are in bed now and my Abbycadabry’s a healthy newborn again.  Time to work on some more research before I call it a night.

Until we meet again!

Yours Truly,

Vivian Rivers

I was right.  My mother gave my poor sister more of the youth formula.  Poor Abby!  I never knew that you had to go through so much.

The rest of 2013 had nothing else that was noteworthy.

As for 2014-2020, there was nothing special.  Just my mother noting her research or times that she had to discipline me.

After reading through most of 2021, I found the entry with my sister’s next punishment.  I read it and began to cry again:

August 11, 2021

Abby has once again been a very bad girl.  After being such a good girl for eight years, she picked up the receiver and was about to call the police.  I yanked the phone from her and then she began to run from me towards the west wing.  She screams at me, saying that she’s going to tell my sister. I grab Abby before she could even reach the door knob.

After that, I take Abby into her nursery and pull down her pants.  I give her another spanking and inject her with another full dose of youth formula.

With Gabby home, I called one of the maids to see what she was doing.  The maid tells me that Gabby had just finished her chores and is taking a nap in her room.  This gives me the perfect opportunity to introduce Abby for the first time.

I carry Abby, who is unconscious from the formula into the west wing and enter my room with her.  I then put on pajamas and summon my maids.  I tell them the plan to make it look like I just gave birth to Abby.  After Abby became a newborn, I wrap Abby in blankets and sit her in my lap.

If Gabby asks how I gave birth to Abby without a father, I can just tell her that I used in vitro fertilization.  All she needs to know is that a sperm donor donated his sperm.  That fertilized one of my eggs and that is how Abby was born.

Well, Gabby is still resting.  When she wakes up, I asked one of the maids to inform Gabby that I just gave birth.  What a wonderful joy it will be to share my Abby with her!

Until we meet again!

Yours Truly,

Vivian Rivers

That was enough.  I closed the journals and I didn’t want to read anymore.

I just can’t believe what a cold and heartless lying bitch my mother is.  She lied about how my sister was born!  For the past three years, I thought that Abby was born to my mother from in vitro fertilization when my mother was hiding Abby in the east wing the whole freaking time!  I don’t know why my mother ever bore me if all she was going to do was use me as her personal slave to take care of my older sister!  All of this is too much for me.  It was lie after lie after lie after lie.  All my mother wants is that stupid formula and to become filthy stinking rich!  Mother, wasn’t your father’s inheritance enough?   Wasn’t this mansion enough?  How are you never satisfied?  You got rid of my father just so you could have full control over that formula!  And then you bring me into this world after you totally ruined my sister’s life!  To quiet her, you just sprinkle some more water from the fountain of youth on her head.  Just more of that stupid formula.

And now I’m next.  Who knows what my mother is going to do to me now?  To Abby?  I don’t know how I’m going to do it, but I’m going to escape with my sister tomorrow morning.  We will leave this wretched hell that is the Rivers Estate and will never come back.  I will report my mother to the police and she can rot in prison for the rest of her life.

I glanced at my laptop screen, realizing that I have typed out 30 pages for my genealogy report.  With me only needing 20, this was more than enough to turn in to  Miss Rivard on Tuesday.

I opened the door to see Phyllis standing, smiling.

I glanced at the hallway and pointed in the direction of my sister Abby’s room.  “Can I take care of my sister now?  You have done a wonderful job in doing this while I worked on finishing my report.”

Phyllis nodded.  “Certainly Gabby.  The last time I changed her diaper was two hours ago, and it was very messy.”

I nodded matter-of-factly.  “She probably needs another change.”

Phyllis smiled.  “Oh, she will.  I fed her some juice two hours ago after I changed her.”

I nodded and proceeded forward towards my sister’s room.

My sister was sitting in her mini playpen in her bedroom, blankly and emotionlessly staring at the wall TV that played Peppa Pig.

I glanced at my sister’s face and let out a compassionate sigh.  This was the face that I understood to be the face of despair.  The face that indicated that she gave up a long time ago.  After all, Abby really had no way to communicate to me in a way that I could easily understand her.  I think that she knows that so she doesn’t bother trying.

“Hey!” I said with a bubbly smile as I waved at Abby.  “What’s going on, big sister?”

I could see my sister’s eyes lighting up when I said “big sister”.  Her eyes quickly became sad again and she looked at me.  “Nu!  Ah wittle sis-tah!”

I hoisted Abby up into my arms and shook my head.  “No,” I told her calmly.  “Your little sister has just finished reading a lot of things about mommy.  Here.  I think it’s time for a diaper change.”

I laid Abby on the changing table. I unsnapped the buttons on her pale yellow short sleeved onesie bodysuit.  From what I saw on the wetness indicator, it was a pale blue, with the diaper heavily sagging between her legs.

Abby then gave me a wanting look again.  “Mo Mak, Gaw-bee!  Mo mak!  No foamwah!  No foamwah!  I smaw!”

I nodded as I saw a couple of tears roll down my eyes.  “Of course not, my big sister,” I told her.  “I know how horrible that youth formula is.  What did our mommy do?  Like give it to you three times?”

My sister then surprised me by giving me a slow nod.  “Mama mean tah me!  She nice nah.  Buh wuz mean tah me!  Yoo nah giv me foamwah?”

“I promise,” I told her as I began to unpeel the two tapes of Abby’s diaper.

I threw the front waistband forward and it sloshed down, revealing the yellowed core of the diaper that was saturated from front to back.

I wiped Abby, rubbed Aquaphor all over her, and powdered a new Size 3 Pampers Swaddlers diaper in the core that I opened and stretched out.  I lifted up Abby and laid her on the open powdered diaper.  I rolled up the old one along with all the used wipes and sealed it into a wadded ball.  I then shook some powder on Abby before folding the diaper between her legs and fastening both tapes.  I then snapped the crotch buttons on her onesie.

I then gave Abby a serious look.  “Abigail, I promise you that I will never give you any of that formula that will make you into a baby again.  I am not our mean mommy.  I am your little sister!”

I began to hug Abby and could see more tears coming out of my eyes.

I then saw Abby look at me in a way that I didn’t expect her to.

Abby wasn’t just looking at me.  She had a fixed stare at me with a warm smile.  Her gaze conveyed to me a mature expression that would never come from a mere three-year-old. A gaze that went far beyond her three years.  This wasn’t a developmentally delayed toddler looking at me.  This was a 28-year-old woman who had lost all hope of living giving me an understanding look.  It was a look that said, “Yes.  I definitely understand.  I Just don’t have the words to say it.”

“Can I tell you something?” I asked Abby as I hoisted her into my arms before setting her into my lap.  “I will be totally honest.  Before I learned the truth about you, I thought that you were a developmentally delayed three year old, and that our mother was just babying you and stunting your growth and mental development.  But  now I see the witch that she really is.  She was coddling you because she knew that you were never going to get any older.  All she had to do was give you more formula and she could keep you a baby forever.”

“NO FOAMWAH!” Abby shouted.

I nodded as I gently rocked Abby in my lap.  “Never,” I told her.  “I learned about the life that you had before our mother went crazy.  You were in middle school and you probably had some friends!”

Abby just nodded, as if she understood everything I was telling her.  She frowned and looked at me.  “Ah caht tak gud.  Ah tak beh-tah wen ah oh dah!”

I nodded.  “Of course.  Hopefully, when you’re four or five, your speech will be a lot better and you can tell me everything.”

Abby nodded.  “Ah gih up fore you staw ted ta tak tah me.  Buh yoo mak me hav hah-ope!”

I wiped more tears out of my eyes and smiled.  “You give me hope too, Abby!  You are my big sister.  I know it feels like you might have given up, but don’t forget just how strong and brave you are.  You have put up with my mother for 16 long years.  I’m sure your 12 years prior to that were a lot better.”

Abby nodded.  “Ah caht member dat fah.”

I frowned.  “Then we’ll just have to make some new happy memories and get rid of these yucky ones.  Now let me tell you what we’re going to do.  Tomorrow morning, we are going to run away from this place and never come back.  No more mean mommy.  We will run away from it all.  It will be gone forever.”

“Nu!” Abby shouted.  “Wee caht!”

I sighed.  “We have to try!  It’s either that or we’re stuck here.  Now are you ready?  Let’s do something fun before dinner.”

I spent the rest of my Sunday evening playing with my big sister.  Big on the inside at least.

That evening, we all enjoyed chicken nuggets, crinkle cut fries, corn, and apple sauce.  I tried to see if Abby wanted to feed herself, but she was still dependent on me for everything.  My theory is that Abby gave up so that’s why she’s just letting everything happen, including me feeding her and doing everything for her.  I know that I can’t undo 16 years of despair in one evening, but tonight is a good start.

I got Abby ready for bed.  I changed her into a nighttime diaper and snapped her into her pale yellow short sleeved onesie bodysuit.  I then zipped her into a pink footed sleeper before setting her in her crib.  She had that same empty look so I smiled at her.

“Smile.” I told her.  “Things are going to be better.  “We are both going to run away tomorrow morning.”

I saw Abby trying to smile, which was better than not trying at all.  After that, I kissed her on the forehead and left the room.

For my plan to run away from home, I will keep my sister in her footed sleeper for now.  As part of my plan, I threw three Size 3 pampers swaddlers diapers and the changing supplies into my backpack after emptying all my supplies for school.

And to expedite things, I am going to dress myself in tomorrow’s clothing instead of my pajamas.  I got into some new panties and put a new bra on before putting on a pink short sleeved shirt.  Instead of pants, I settled for a pair of denim overalls.  This would be very comfortable to wear when I make my escape with Abby tomorrow morning.

I get ready for bed with the usual routine.  I brush my teeth and then crawl into bed.  Tomorrow, me and Abby would finally be free.  I could hardly wait.

 

I wake up to feel something very wet around my crotch.  I lift up the covers to see a large wet spot spread out around the center of the bed.  I didn’t have time for anything.  If anyone asks, I will just tell them that I spilled water on my overalls.  I know that it will be uncomfortable walking around in wet panties, but it will be worth it if I can escape.

I put on my backpack and leave my room to get Abby.  I turn on the light and hoist Abby out of her crib.  I decided that I can change her diaper at a family bathroom as I can’t afford to stay here any longer.

“Ready to run away with me, Abby?” I told her as I carried her in her arms.

“So where do you plan on running away to?”

I turned around and my face turned pale.

My mother was standing there, dressed in her professional clothes.  Her eyes darted up and down and she glanced at the backpack on my back.

“Answer my question, Gabby,” My mother said, her voice becoming louder and more stern.  Just WHERE. Did you plan. On running away to?”

I was now in a state of panic.  I glanced at my mother in a look of desperation and fear.  “Anywhere mother!  Anywhere that’s far far away from this wretched house!”

My mother looked a little surprised, but she managed to keep her composure.  “Wretched Gabby?  This mansion belonged to your grandfather!  My father, rest in peace…Now why would you think it would be so wretched here that you would want to escape?”

I was cornered.  I didn’t know what else to say so I remained silent.

That’s when my mother noticed the wet patch that was all over the crotch of my overalls.

My mother scooped up Abby and pointed to the wet spot.  “And you were going to run away after you just had an accident?  What would you tell them, Gabby?  I’m only 16 years old but I had a little accident in my overalls!  Let’s face it, Gabby.  You have it very good here.”

“Yeah,” I told her sarcastically.  “I have a strict disciplinary mother that has too many rules that I am not able to keep.”

My mother sighed.  “Keeping your panties and clothes dry is something that is expected of an adult to do.  As for a child, it’s totally expected.”

I sighed.  “What’s not expected is you coming home a day early.”

My mother grinned.  “Gabby, there were numerous cancellations at that conference.  There was enough there that it was able to end a day early.  My flight came in early this morning.  I thought it would be a good surprise.  But you surprise me by trying to run away with your sister! Show me the backpack, Gabby.  What’s inside it?”

My mother unzipped the backpack and emptied out the contents.  “Only three diapers to change Abby?  That’s not even a day’s worth, dear.  What would you do after that?  You don’t know, do you?  So much for your master plan to run away…Now let’s go to your room.”

My heart sank.  Having just realized that my mother’s journals were still in my bedroom, I was doomed.

I walked with my mother while she carried Abby and flicked on the light switch.

“Now I want you to get out of…” My mother paused to see journals stacked along the bottom of the bed that I made to cover up the bedding that I peed.  “GABBY ELIZABETH RIVERS!  What in the hell are my journals doing in my bedroom?”

My mother shouted so loud that my sister was starting to cry.

Upon hearing this, my mother sighed as she glanced at Abby.  “Hold on, dear.  I need to have a talk with your naughty sister.  It will only be a second.  I will sit you in your crib and I will be right back, okay?”

My mother hurried with Abby, placing her in her crib (and I’m guessing that she placed a pacifier in her mouth to stop her wailing).

In seconds, my mother was back in my room and furious.

“Gabrielle Elizabeth Rivers,” My mother said, as she raised her voice.  “What are you doing with my journals?  Those are private!  Now there was only one way that you could’ve gotten them.  You went into the east wing, didn’t you?  DIDN’T YOU?!!!!!  Come here, Gabby.  Right now!!”

I did as I was told and my mother unbuckled my overalls.  The overalls dropped to the floor as she had me step out of them.  She took me over to my bed and pulled down my panties

I closed my eyes, fearing what was going to happen next.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“You bad girl!!!” My mother screamed.  “Didn’t I tell you that there would be consequences if you entered the east wing?” 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I was on the verge of crying and screaming in pain.  My mother wouldn’t relent.  She wouldn’t stop.  It was strike after strike.

About a minute later, my butt felt totally raw and numb with pain.

My mother glanced at the journals, her eyes still burning with rage.  “So Gabby, how much of my journals did you read?”

I couldn’t take it anymore.  My ass hurt really bad and my mother just asked me a question that drove me over the edge.

“All of it, mother,” I told her in an angry voice.  “From the time you turned 10 all the way to 2021.  And you know what?  You are the most selfish and conceited bitch that I could ever have for a mother in my life!  And can I tell you just how ‘honest’ you are?  You lied to me!  You lied to me about my father!  You lied to me about Abby being born!  Really mother!  Abby was not born in 2021!  She was born in 1996!  But you’re a sick and twisted bitch that only cares about making money from your youth formula.  Sick and twisted, mother!  I fucking hate you!”

SMACK!  My mother smacked me so hard on the face that it left a red mark across my upper lip.

“Gabrielle!” My mother shouted.  “That is NO WAY to talk to your mother!”

“Well, lying to me is no way to be a good mother!” I screamed.

My mother sighed.  “You know what, Gabby?  You’re going to stay in this room until I tell you to come out.”  My mother regained her composure just as quickly as she lost it.  “Just stay in here.  You are not allowed to leave.”

I glanced at my ensuite bathroom and smirked at her.  “Does that mean that I can’t even enter my bathroom?”

My mother sighed.  “Gabby, I expect you to be an adult so you will use the bathroom when it’s needed.”

My mother scooped up all her journals in a large stack and left my bedroom before gently closing the door.

Well, this is great.  My plan to escape with Abby totally backfired since my mom actually came back home a day early.

What’s going to happen now?  Am I just going to stay in this room until tomorrow?

I sulked on my bed, mourning over the hope in me that has died.

My hope to escape Rivers Estate has died, and I don’t know if I will ever get that back.

 

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