She wont change – Chapter Eight – Fists fly
For the second time that week, Eric approached Sara at her locker. “Hey, Sara. How’s it going?”
Sara turned around to face him, rolling her eyes as she did so. “What now?”
“Look, I’ve been thinking about what happened that night between us. I just want to let you know that I forgive you.”
“No Eric, it’s too late-” she stopped short. “Wait. You ‘forgive’ me?”
“Yeah. I know that you didn’t WANT to show me what was going on, but you just got so desperate that you fell into a moment of weakness and selfishly asked me to-“
Sara put up her hand to silence him. “I revealed something to you that not even my family knows about. You said you loved me, but when I made myself vulnerable to you and asked for your help, you denied me. You insulted me and told me never to speak to you again. So I’m just confused as to who should be forgiving who here.”
“Look, you put me in a really difficult situation. I mean, did you even consider what I felt like when you suddenly looked like… like that? I’m not gonna totally let myself off the hook; I know it wasn’t the best choice of words but-“
“You mean words like ‘freakshow?'”
“IT WAS A KNEE-JERK REACTION! God, how did you expect me to act? You’re the one that got yourself into that situation in the first place!”
“If you’re trying to take me back, I have to say you’re doing a really lousy job.”
Eric inhaled deeply, calming himself. “Look. I saw the guy you’re with. I don’t know who he is, or what you see in him. But I promise if you come back to me, I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll take you to the mall, we can go to the movies or skating or bowling, I’ll even change you if you ask. Just please be my girlfriend again.”
“For your information, his name is John. His parents aren’t rich like yours are, but he cared enough about me to help me when I needed it most. You had your chance and you blew it, so you can just go fuck yourself.” And for the second time that week, Sara walked away victoriously.
The rest of the week passed by uneventfully. Eric seemed to keep his distance, and John changed Sara every evening after school. They did homework together, John helping Sara when she needed it. Then, John would drive her home.
When Saturday came, Sara and John went to the movie theater together. Sara made sure to update her status on Facebook, telling everyone that she would be seeing “Catching Fire.” The theater was relatively empty when the two walked in, as most people had already seen the movie.
While Sara had her toilet right underneath her, John was not so fortunate. “Hey,” he whispered, “I gotta go to the restroom real quick.”
“Are you kidding? This is the best part.”
“I’ll be right back.” John got up and left.
Just then, a figure in a jacket moved from the row behind Sara to the seat directly next to her. Sara noticed after a moment, and turned to him.
“Sorry sir, this seat is-” she suddenly stopped, and made out the familiar face of Eric staring menacingly at her. He moved back his jacket a bit, revealing a small pistol pointed directly at Sara through the clothing. “Come with me,” he whispered.
Sara’s heart dropped to her stomach, and she stood fearfully up from her seat. They walked side by side out of the theater, the gun pointed at Sara through the jacket. She didn’t dare try signalling for help, and simply walked rigidly with his hand gripping her wrist.
John left the restroom and returned to the theater to find Sara missing. Confused, he walked out of the theater to check the parking lot. Maybe she had just left her phone in the car or something. But as he walked out, he saw Sara getting into the passenger seat of a red corvette with a boy that he recognized as Eric. Sara had told John about their recent encounters, so he knew that something weird was up. He realized he wouldn’t be able to reach the car before they drove away, so he rushed to his own and followed behind them at a safe distance.
Meanwhile, Eric kept the gun pointed at Sara with his left hand while he drove with his right.
“Why are you doing this?” Sara asked.
“I tried to be nice to you, Sara. I told you you could come back with me, and we could start dating again. I would’ve done anything for you. How could you refuse that?”
“I already told you why, Eric.” She glanced at the spot underneath the jacket where the weapon was hidden.
“Yeah? Well I’ve made up my mind. I’m taking you back whether you like it or not. Don’t you understand that I NEED you, Sara? I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you ever since that John guy stole you from me.”
“That’s called jealousy, Eric.”
“I am not ‘jealous’ of John. I just wanted you to be my girlfriend again. I mean, what does he have that I don’t?” Sara stayed quiet, fearing how he would respond to her answer. “Well?!” he yelled.
“He cares about me, Eric. You know that we haven’t had sex one single time since we’ve been together? He’s not just using me like you did. And I’m not using him for money, like I did to you. Our relationship was material-based, Eric, and neither one of us cared about the other’s feelings. It was half my fault. But I realized my mistake and moved on. Why do you suddenly need me so badly?”
“I don’t know. I couldn’t explain it if I tried.”
“I think you ARE just jealous.”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Sara jumped and peed a little at Eric’s sudden outburst, fearing for her life. But his anger subsided, and he said, “I’m not jealous of that pale bastard. So don’t fucking say it again.”
Eric pulled the corvette to a deserted parking lot in front of an old warehouse. He led Sara inside, still pointing the gun at her underneath his jacket. He shut the large door behind them. The building was nearly empty except for some trash here and there, and the only light came in dimly from the windows bordering the top of the wall. Eric now pulled the gun out of his jacket and held it by his side.
“Take off your clothes.” Sara hesitated. Eric pointed the gun at her. “I SAID TAKE OFF YOUR FUCKING CLOTHES!”
Sara complied, her stomach turning and her lips quivering with fear, feeling like she was going to vomit at any minute. Soon, she was standing in just her diaper, which drooped a bit from previous wettings. Eric dropped the gun to the floor, approached Sara, and reached for the tapes. The diaper fell to the ground, and Sara was left naked. “We’ve done this a million times before, Sara. Just think of it as reliving old memories. Now get on the ground.” Sara slowly lowered herself onto the ground as Eric began removing his clothes.
Just then, the door of the warehouse opened. John appeared in the doorway, and both Eric and Sara turned to look. John saw them on the ground together, Eric’s bare penis about to penetrate the defenseless girl. “Sara, what-” John stopped himself short as he saw the pistol laying in the middle of the floor. He realized what was happening, and made a mad dash for it. Eric, still naked, scrambled to his feet and followed suit, and the two dove for the weapon as Sara looked on in terror. They both grabbed the gun at the same time, gripping it with both hands. John released one hand and socked Eric in his left eye. Eric grunted, feeling his eye swell up, and released his grip on the gun. John stumbled backward, gun in hand, realizing he had won the engagement. But Eric was quick to recover and lunged forward once more, knocking Eric to the ground as the gun slid away from the two. John, now on his back underneath Eric, reached up and punched once more, this time in the jaw. But Eric was unfazed, and began delivering a series of punishing blows to John’s face. John thrashed about trying to free himself, but his body was unfit for fighting an athlete of Eric’s caliber. He soon lied half-conscious on the ground, his face and head throbbing in pain and covered in blue and purple bruises. He was bleeding heavily from his lip and nose, and he breathed with significant effort.
Sara, now diapered once more, started moving toward the gun while Eric wailed on John. She tried running quickly toward it, but Eric took notice. He jumped up off of John and beat her to it, shoving her to the floor. He picked up the gun and aimed it directly at John’s discolored head. Sara screamed in protest from the floor.
Just then, a bright light flashed through the room, blinding the three teens. A gust of wind blew over them, and as their sight recovered, a female figure in a black garment appeared before them. Mrs. Harling stood in the center of the floor, a purple book in her hand. She pointed at Eric’s weapon and yelled, “Relenquia!” Suddenly, the pistol flew out of his hand to the wall behind him.
“What the-” Eric began. He turned and ran for it, but the witch pointed her finger at his feet and yelled, “Coordino Enfrakurum!” John stumbled and fell to the floor, and was unable to stand back up. “Bindarus Shackalo!” Chains reached out from the ground and bound Eric’s body, leaving him squirming for freedom.
“Mrs. Harling!” Sara had never been happier to see someone in her life. She ran over and hugged her, and the witch returned the favor.
“I saw you were in trouble. Bet you’re not so angry about my spying now, huh?”
Sara paid no mind to her comment. “You gotta help John, he’s really hurt!” They rushed toward the boy’s semiconscious body. Mrs. Harling touched his face. “His nose is broken, but that’s the worst of it. Other than that it’s just bruises. I’ll take us all back to my house.” She opened her book and mumbled a bit for a few minutes, turning the page once in the process.
Sara knelt down beside John and held his head. “Don’t worry, John. You’re gonna be okay.” John’s breath came in heavily through his half-closed mouth, and his swollen eyes were closed. Soon, another blinding light flashed through the room, forcing all of the members to shut their eyes. When they looked again, they were in the middle of dimly lit room. A small bed was on the side, and a couple of bookshelves stood against the walls. Mrs. Harling and Sara lifted John into the bed. Eric was still bound by chains to the floor, and he yelled, “Where is this? What the fuck is-“
“Zipparandulus!” Mrs. Harling yelled as she pointed at Eric’s mouth. She walked over and pulled the zipper across Eric’s lips, sealing them and muffling his speech. She then pulled out a red book from a nearby shelf. “I’ll say some incantations over him. These healing spells take a few days to work, but it’s still faster than if we just let him heal naturally.” She began muttering nonsense, and Sara found her clothes near one of the walls. She pulled them on and walked back over to John, stroking his hair as Mrs. Harling performed the healing spells.
After about 30 minutes, Mrs. Harling concluded her incantations. John awoke and opened his eyes, inquiring where they were. Sara explained everything to him from the moment when Mrs. Harling appeared at the warehouse. He sat up slowly, feeling his head hurt a bit, and got to his feet.
“Well,” John said, “thanks for your help, Mrs. Harling. I’d be dead if it weren’t for you.”
“You’re quite welcome, dear. I transported your car from the warehouse to my driveway out front. The door is just down this hallway and to the left. Now you be sure to rest up; the healing spells work faster that way.”
“What are you gonna do with him?” Sara asked, pointing at the mumbling, squirming Eric.
“Oh, don’t worry. I have something extra special planned for him.”
Eric woke up to the sight of spinning toy ballerinas overhead. He looked around, and saw that he was in a very long bed surrounded by pink bars. He felt a bulk between his legs, and looked down to investigate. He saw a white diaper with cartoon designs. He opened his mouth to scream obscenities, but all that came out were gurgles and and whines. A cloaked figure approached from a door across the room, the same one that had appeared to him at the warehouse. “Oh good, you’re awake. Come on now, we have to get you dressed. I have someone very special for you to meet.” As she approached, he noticed that she was much larger than he was. She put on him a pink onesie and a matching bonnet. She lifted him out of the bed, and as they passed by a mirror in the room, he saw the woman carrying not his regular teenage body, but an infant’s body. He cried out in shock at the sight of himself. “Oh hush,” the woman said to him.
They walked to a room filled with baby toys, and Eric saw a lone baby in the center of the floor. “Matt, I want you to meet your new playmate, Erika!”
Erika? Eric thought. As the woman set him down in front of the smiling baby, he reached down to touch the front of his diaper, and felt an absence on his crotch. He started crying in utter horror as he came to the realization that he was now a helpless, diapered, baby girl.
The End of She wont change – Chapter Eight.
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