Abby – Chapter Nine
“You’ve gone through a lot tonight, sweetie,” Alice cooed to me, my head on her lap. For the last half an hour I’ve been engrossed in narratives of what had happened over my forgotten month from Alice’s point of view. They were not compelling stories, all of which involved the same visual: my eyes, darker, unfocused, and empty. The memories tended to trigger frowns on my best friend’s face, and I tried remembering if she had ever smiled when I was still trapped in the simplicity. Unfortunately, I couldn’t remember any.
Alice kept her voice soft as she positioned her hands beneath my head, helping me sit.
“You need your rest.” She was right, and I knew it. I had stayed up later than I had grown accustomed to, and the drowsiness was encumbering. Once I maintained stable footing on the floor of Alice’s room, keeping upright was more challenging than I imagined. My body wanted to fall over, hopefully onto something soft, and shut down.
“Hands and knees, Abby,” Alice stated in a perfect monotone.
“There’s no way it is midnight,” I protested.
“I can walk until then, right?”
“You can,” Alice pointed out honestly, “but I’d like it more if you crawled.”
“Why?” I whined, resisting my previous desire to drop to the floor.
“The same reasons I had you crawl into the room earlier. Firstly, its best you get used to the idea of crawling everywhere in your conscious state, since you’ll be doing it a lot for the next few months. And secondly, if another maid sees you walking around on your own free will, even if they are not technically inclined to report it, they might find it suspicious.” I couldn’t argue; her points were valid. So I decided to give into what my body wanted, somewhat at least, and ease myself onto my hands and knees. Not to my surprise, I was far more stable and less inclined to collapse. Following a few footsteps behind Alice, I shuffled my hands and knees along the floor and out of the bedroom. The voyage to the nursery from the east side of the mansion was extensive, but to my surprise, my hands and knees never started to hurt. I must have gotten used to my body weight being distributed onto those surfaces instead of the soles of my feet.
Both Alice and I kept quiet during the whole walk. I didn’t want to jeopardize my psychological freedom with big kid language, and I didn’t want to resort to gibberish in order to get her attention. But even though I couldn’t talk properly, I was crawling down the hallways, and my attire stabbed at my pride, the trip wasn’t as bad as my imagination had depicted.
At least, that was until we turned the final corner. The first thing I noticed was the door in the hallway, different than any other door in the entire house because it had painted on it a small, pale pink flower. The second thing I noticed was Madeline, reading a book as she walked down from the other end of the hallway. I let out a small groan and Alice put her index finger to her lips to shush me. We moved closer to the flower door, and Madeline moved closer to us without looking up from her book. I thought we would avoid confrontation, but when Alice placed her hand on the doorknob to my nursery, Madeline glanced up and picked up her pace to meet us as Alice opened the door.
“Hey Alice,” Madeline acknowledged with a smile.
“Hello to you too, little Abby,” she perked up, bent down, and pinched my cheek. I wanted to bite her, but instead I let out a fake, childish giggle. She seemed to buy it.
“Are you putting her to bed?” Madeline intervened.
Alice nodded, passing back a smile.
“Abby hasn’t been standing for a while. I don’t think letting her walk for so long was a good idea; she’s exhausted.”
“Oh.” Madeline shrugged.
“Only to be expected.” Her tone wasn’t at all harsh, and it threw me off. The Madeline I knew seemed to have changed nearly as much as I had over the past month. Then she bent down without warning, lifted the back of my dress, and stuck her finger in the leg band of my diaper. I felt my cheeks burn, and I bit my cheek to keep quiet. If I shouted at her, everything would be over and I would be sent right back to the simplistic world I just recently escaped from. Alice warned me of it anyway. I shouldn’t have been so frightened.
“She’s wet,” Madeline stated with her eyebrow raised as she dropped the dress back over my diaper, “and she’s not crying.” Alice kept her composure.
“She’s been wet for about half an hour, but we weren’t near her nursery. The crying phase ended about ten minutes ago.” Madeline nodded and gave me a quick glance.
“Don’t let me hold you up then. If she’s up crying all night because of a rash, I won’t get any sleep.” With that, she walked away.
As soon as I knew she was out of earshot I looked up at Alice.
“She seemed… different.”
“There’s no humiliation in calling you a baby if you don’t react,” Alice replied.
“For the past month you haven’t heard anything she’s said to you, so you weren’t affected in the slightest. The teasing got old fast.” I nodded in understanding. Of course, Madeline was put on this planet to torture me. If torturing me wasn’t an option, changes would have to be made.
“At least there’s one positive of being a baby,” I mumbled to myself.
Alice flicked the lights on and we both entered the nursery with me at her heels. Everything was exactly as it was the first time I entered it, but it all looked a little more intimidating from my new viewpoint. I wish I was allowed to stand up. Perhaps then I wouldn’t feel so- “Abby,” Alice interrupted my thoughts. I looked up at her, watching her lips as she reluctantly pushed out the words.
“I need to give you a bath, but that’s an issue. I am not allowed to take you out of your diaper yet.”
“Why?” I asked without recalling the rules.
She sighed and rolled her eyes.
“Think, Abby.” I felt the confusion on my face, and then it hit me.
“Alice, I can’t just cry on command!”
“You’re a baby, and you’re in a wet diaper. It isn’t a command; it’s a reaction.”
“I can’t just start crying whenever I need to be changed!”
“You’ve done it for a month,” Alice countered.
“Trust me; crying is easier than you think.”
“I am not going to-“
“Then stay in your wet diaper until you leak,” Alice cut me off.
“Fine!” I shouted at her.
“I will try, but it won’t work!” Alice sighed and kept her eyes on me. I looked away to stare at the floor, focusing on one spot as hard as I could. Then I did my best to think of anything that would make me cry.
I am in a diaper.
I am in a wet diaper.
I can’t use the bathroom.
I can’t even change my clothes on my own.
My hair is cut short, and I look like I’m five.
I am not allowed to walk for the next five months.
Madeline can put her finger in my new underwear.
It’s a requirement to cry when I wet myself.
I have no choice over whether or not I use a diaper.
I have no choice but to wet myself when I kiss someone.
I don’t even know when I’ll get another kiss.
I miss Miles.
I felt arms wrap around me, and I came back to reality. Alice was kneeling on the floor hugging me while tears dripped down my cheeks. I didn’t realize I had begun to cry.
“Hush,” Alice cooed quietly.
“Settle down. You’re a good girl.” And surprisingly, I did settle down. The physical contact meshed with the compliment I was given had a very calming effect.
“Let’s get you all clean so you can head off to bed, alright?” I nodded, and Alice helped me to my feet and onto the oversized changing table. I slipped my thumb into my mouth and began to suck on it, dozing off every few moments. I remembered the sound of the tapes being undone and the cold air on my skin when the diaper was removed. I remembered warm water washing over me and some small toys, but I didn’t feel like playing. I remembered the chills when I stood up and the warmth the towel brought with it. I remembered the sounds of the tabs once more, and the cold air on my skin melting away. I remember a soft cotton suit replacing the loose dress and the softer cotton pillow lying beneath my head. After that I don’t remember anything, and I don’t remember ever removing my thumb from my mouth.
The End of Abby – Chapter Nine.
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