Abby – Chapter Eight
“Abigail!” Miles and I both dropped our gaze. Alice was standing at the bottom of the staircase, wearing the same attire she’d always wear while working in the kitchen.
“You were instructed to come right back to the kitchen when you had finished serving! What has gotten into you?” Then her eyes shifted next to me, and suddenly she had nothing left to say. I slowly maneuvered my way to the bottom of the steps, catching glimpses of Miles walking behind me from the corner of my eye. When I got to the bottom I shot a smile at Alice, although I doubt she noticed as her stare were still glued to Miles.
“I’m sorry,” I tried, which managed to catch her attention.
“It’s alright,” she replied, her expression burning with curiosity. I figured perhaps it was an introduction she was looking for.
“Alice, this is Miles. Miles, Alice.” They shook hands, but I never saw the curiosity fade from her face.
“I’ve heard a lot about you,” Miles politely commented, but Alice only nodded then faced me.
“I’m sorry Abby, but you have work to do.” The apology sounded sincere.
“Say goodbye to your friend.” Then she left. I’m glad she had the decency to let us have our goodbye privately, or as privately as a crowded dance floor can get.
“Abby?” Miles mocked with an eyebrow raised.
“Shut up,” I retorted.
“It’s shorter than Abigail.”
“The defensive edge isn’t necessary,” he laughed.
“Actually, I believe your nickname is rather cute.” I let my gaze hit the floor until the skin tone on my cheeks recovered from the compliment.
“Will you be back?” he asked politely as I stared at the marble.
“Probably, but not for at least an hour.” It seemed easier to talk without the distraction of his beautiful sapphire eyes.
“I can wait.”
“I will hurry.” I lifted my head, stood on the tips of my toes, and gave him a gentle kiss goodbye before turning and making my way to the kitchen. Walking seemed more difficult than before, so I assumed that my goodbye kiss resulted in another accidental wetting. And I could already infer many other inconveniences of diapers, aside from the inability to walk properly.
Alice was waiting for me outside the kitchen next to the doorframe, staring blankly at the wall, confusion still wedged in her expression. I waddled up to her and gave a tense smile.
“Upstairs, fourth door on the right,” Alice said matter-of-factly without altering her display of confusion.
“Take the east staircase.”
“But, the drinks-“
“Can wait,” Alice finished for me.
“Please do what I say, if you know what’s good for you.” I sighed reluctantly and headed toward the east staircase, which was very far from the dance hall. I knew I was in some sort of trouble. I never skipped out on my only duty in this household, and I never imagined doing it. Now that I had, I wondered what sort of punishment would follow. But I noted while climbing the stairs, that nothing could really be much more humiliating than trying to walk up a staircase in a fully saturated diaper. After eight awkward steps, I put my hands down in front of me and started to crawl to the top. It seemed more logical than tumbling backwards and breaking my neck.
Getting back to my feet at the top of the staircase, I waddled down the hallway to the door Alice specified. I took a deep breath, doing my best to muster whatever courage I had in order to face whatever punishment concealed itself behind the door in front of me. After a long minute, I gripped the handle, turned, and pushed on the doorknob. But the handle didn’t turn and the door didn’t open. Alice led me to a locked room.
I considered making my way back downstairs to inform Alice the door was locked, but after replaying the memory in my head, I realized she never told me to enter the room. Then I contemplated a quick dash, as futile as running would be in my current attire, to my bedroom for a change of clothes, but assumed my old bedroom was locked and my new one would have nothing worth changing into. The outcome I came upon was to stay put and wait for something to happen.
After a few minutes of pacing, leaning against the wall, and jiggling the handle a few more times, I decided to sit down to end all the futile movements. Placing my back against the wall, I slowly descended to the floor, wincing when the warm, wet seat of my diaper pressed against my backside.
It was perhaps a half an hour before Alice came up, walked past me, and twisted the door handle to the room I had tried entering before. The knob didn’t hesitate to turn, and the door opened without resisting. I began to stand up, but Alice pushed down on the top of my head.
“Crawl, Abby,” Alice said in a soft voice.
“Please.” I didn’t understand what was going on, but since I was about to get in trouble anyway I figured staying on Alice’s good side was a bright idea. In a hurry to escape the sitting position I had been in for far too long, I leaned forward and put my hands to the marble floor. Crawling quietly behind Alice, I entered through the doorway she had opened.
The room wasn’t at all what I had expected. No oversized baby furniture or spanking utensils or humiliating attire or restraints or anything that could ever be used to discipline me was within view. There was a very large bed against the far wall, a dresser to my right, a window on the left, another closed door located on the far side of the dresser, and a nightstand stage right of the bed. The pale sky blue walls added a small tint to the white furniture, the white doors, the white ceiling, the white curtains, and the white canopy that draped over the bedposts. Things weren’t tidied up like they were around the rest of the house. Books were piled on the dresser, along side some clothes, a jewelry box, and a few hairpins. The bed was made, but ruffled, as if someone slept on the covers. The closet door on the far side of the dresser was slightly ajar, although only darkness was visible inside. And on the nightstand sat the small tape recorder I vaguely remember from last month.
Alice walked over to the bed and I followed, shuffling my hands and knees forward. She sat down and patted next to her, signaling for me to climb on the bed. I did as instructed, letting my eyes glaze over the room a few more times.
“Where are we?” I finally asked with firm curiosity once I was sitting beside her on the bed.
“This is my room, Abby,” she answered, rolling her eyes.
“Why are we in here?” I couldn’t make heads or tales of the situation. Wasn’t I supposed to be in trouble? “Well, I am trying to protect you,” she said with hesitation as she rose from the bed.
“Protect?”
“Abby, do you remember anything of the past month?” Her expression was hard.
“I remember…” I began slowly, thinking back to what had happened after I fell asleep in the crib, “you being taller.” Alice nodded and motioned for me to go on.
“I remember not seeing the other maids.” She kept her eyes locked on me, waiting for me to continue.
“I remember my hair always out of the way, and never chewing my food, and never spilling my drinks.” Things were becoming easier to recall.
“I remember crying a lot. I remember how quiet things were.”
“Anything else?” Alice asked when I stopped speaking.
“I remember desires; the desire to keep something in my mouth, the desire to sleep every few hours. But I don’t remember my haircut, and I don’t remember my bedroom, and I don’t remember ever needing to go potty.” We were both quiet for a few minutes. She wanted me to say something else, but only one other thing came to mind.
“And I remember,” I mumbled quietly, almost inaudible to Alice, “the emptiness inside of me. The emptiness Miles always filled.” Before I could judge her reaction, her arms were around me. I wrapped mine around her, and tears slid down my cheeks. I didn’t know why I was crying, but it hardly seemed important. It felt nice to be hugged.
She pulled away too soon, holding my shoulders and kneeling in front of me. I could read the relief in her eyes, although I didn’t understand why. She was happy.
“We have to discuss a few things,” she said with a slight smile, her eyes watering as well.
“Explanations, I hope,” I mumbled with a small, fake smile in return.
“We can start there,” Alice sighed.
“It’s the least I can do.” I waited for her to collect herself. The water that was building in the corners of her eyes slowly faded and her posture became tenser.
“That night, a month ago, when I put you into the crib and left you with the tape recorder, I had no idea how drastic the alteration would be,” she began in her own defense.
“The next morning I came in, you weren’t crying. You were sitting calmly in your crib, sucking gently on the pacifier I had stuck to your mouth the night before. Even after dissolving the glue I used, you wouldn’t spit it out.”
“After that, you wouldn’t walk, only crawl. Your drinks were given to you in bottles, and even sippy cups you wouldn’t accept. The food I was instructed to feed you was intended for babies and was already mashed up. You never used words properly; you would only cry and talk in gibberish.”
“I was instructed by the Master to get you a shorter, more appropriate haircut for your new personality. The nursery also became your new bedroom; where you’d sleep, where you’d play, and where you’d reside when I was too busy with the household chores to watch over you. And for the past month you have been kept in diapers, and not once have you attempted to remove them or hesitated to use them. You merely cried when you needed me to change you.” I sat quietly, unaware if my face was pale white or bright red, but it had to be one of the two. I couldn’t comprehend what Alice was trying to tell me. I couldn’t imagine being a complete baby for an entire month, let alone not remembering any specific facts about it. This couldn’t be possible.
“Are you alright?” Alice asked cautiously, reading the panic in my expression.
I nodded, but it was a lie. ‘Alright’ was the farthest thing from what I was. A million questions ran through my mind, but I asked the most obvious.
“How?”
“As a maid in this building, I am required to obey a set of rules and regulations. The Master makes sure all of his maids do this by using a series of hypnotic tapes, one of which I believe you have heard.
“Before I began working here I had nothing, just like the rest of the maids. The reason any of us had opted to become maids in the first place was because the Master was offering to provide us with food and shelter, only for cleaning the large house he lived alone in with his daughter. But, of course, there was a catch.
“The Master was very honest with each of us when we started. He explained what he would pay us in; meals, shelter, clothing, and any necessity we needed. And he was straightforward when telling us that if we agreed to take the position, we would undergo a series of hypnotisms that would ensure our obedience.
“I remember, clear as day, the first hypnotic tape I listened to. A lovely woman explained how whenever I heard her voice, I would never hesitate to obey her wishes. The next two tapes used the same woman’s voice, and were easy to comply with. The first of the new tapes was dictating the house rules; how I would do as I was instructed from the Master, and explained to me how to clean each part of the house. The last tape was how to deal with you, Abby. That no maid is allowed to physically harm the Master’s daughter, and that if certain things are to occur, to inform him immediately. I never wanted to tattle on you for your wet dress and baby talk a month ago, but I had no choice. I have to obey the demands stated on my training tapes.” Alice had stopped talking; obviously attempting to repress the guilt of all the trouble she had gotten me into. I didn’t want to see her upset, so I snapped her out of it with question.
“But how does any of that impact me?” I asked with deep curiosity.
She wandered to the nightstand and picked up the tape recorder, hitting the play button.
“-behave like a proper baby girl. You will cry when needing a diaper ch-” Alice had hit the stop button and I suddenly felt a slight urge to cry. I couldn’t get a handle on this state of affairs.
“That’s the same female voice that I am instructed to obey. I imagine you were also given the first tape in my hypnosis training, which is why you began to behave like a baby. I didn’t listen to the whole tape, only bits to get a feel of what you were ordered to do. Whenever I heard the word ‘you’ I’d always stop it before I was hypnotized into performing specific actions that you had been hypnotized to execute in a particular situation.”
“This is absurd!” I blurted out, doing my best not to fall into hysterics.
“I am not a-” Alice’s hand covered my mouth at that second, glaring into my eyes with a harsh look.
“Abigail, there is a reason the Master hasn’t taken this tape away from me yet. The night you were hypnotized to become a baby, the rest of the maids were given a new tape in order to take care of you properly in your new status. If you do certain things I am required by the new hypnotism to make you listen to this tape again, and one of those ‘certain things’ is claiming you’re not a baby.” Her hand came off my mouth and I nodded quietly. I didn’t want to hear the tape again and be trapped in an unaware state for another month.
“How long do I have to live like this?” I whispered to her.
“The hypnosis tape was supposed to last six months. How you broke through the hypnotism is beyond me. But the problem is that if the maids or I see you performing specific actions, we are required to report it and hypnotize you again. Please do not break any of the rules.” I was beginning to understand, and tears started falling down my cheeks when I thought of what the other ‘certain things’ I was not allowed to do were. I then verbalized my question so Alice could answer.
“Well,” she hesitated, “you’re unable to undress or redress any part of an outfit, including your diapers, on your own. You cannot walk; today was an exception for the dance, but starting at midnight I will have to report it. However, there isn’t a rule against you speaking like a big girl. I still wouldn’t recommend you doing it around the other maids though; we don’t need them getting suspicious.”
“That all sounds… manageable.” Most of what she said I had expected prior to the conversation, so it didn’t hit me as hard as it should have. Alice has dressed me plenty of times, and walking was an easy privilege to give up if it meant retaining a fully conscious persona for the next few months.
“Well, it becomes a little more complicated when you factor in what I am not allowed to do,” Alice said grimly, unweaving the positivity I managed to stitch together.
“I am only allowed to feed you baby food, and only allowed to let you drink bottles. I am required to bathe you every night before bed, and you must sleep in your crib. Your playtime will be spent in the playpen, not outdoors. Diaper checks are mandatory every hour, and the other maids are allowed to do it as well. And finally, I am not allowed to change you out of a diaper and into a new one unless you cry.” I almost shouted at her for assuming I would cry for such a stupid reason, but I closed my mouth when I felt the tears on my cheeks. For another five months, I would have to act the role of a helpless baby, except this time I’d be completely aware of my predicament. I mildly considered lifting the dress and ripping the diaper off me right there so I could go back to my simplistic world, but I didn’t want to forget Miles again.
“I love you, Abby,” Alice mumbled beneath her breath.
“Promise me you’ll follow the rules, so I don’t have to lose my best friend again.” I nodded silently as the tears slid down my cheeks. If this is what it took to make Alice happy, and keep myself aware of Miles’ existence, then I would learn to deal with it.
“I promise,” I reluctantly pledged to my new babysitter.
The End of Abby – Chapter Eight.
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