Bargain – Chapter Three
First Morning What time it was when I woke up I had no clue. All I knew was there was sunlight coming in from a window next to the crib. Even worse, it was shining right in my face. Can’t sleep with that happening. So I woke up with no clue what time it was, knowing only that there was sunlight in my face.
I sat up and was momentarily confused by my surroundings. Hardly surprising, a huge crib is not the most usual place to wake up after a peaceful night’s sleep. It was peaceful too, the best sleep I’d had in a while. The moment of confusion quickly passed as I remembered the previous night. I saw the bottle I’d been drinking beside me and picked it up. The milk was hardly drinkable now and I wasn’t even going to consider trying. I made a mental note to ask for water next time. Then I’d have something to drink when I woke up.
I sat around the crib and looked at the stuffed animals. Out of boredom I picked one up and started making it dance around cutely. I even hummed a little tune as I did. This occupied me until my body gave me signals for those little things you have to do first thing in the morning. I knew this was coming, but I hadn’t completely readied myself for it (It may not be noticeable, but foresight isn’t my greatest strength). It took a little mental preparation to even make myself start having to go. It helped when I got myself hunched over in a bit of a squat position.
The flow came out little by little. Years of toilet training did not break easy, after all. After a while of on-again off-again it started to come out more easily. Soon I had my diaper good and flooded. I could feel it just sagging from my hips as I sat there hunched over. I realized when I sat down that I had over-done it, though. As soon as my butt hit the mattress I felt something wet come into contact with my leg. Looking down, the diaper had leaked onto the crib mattress and blankets. I was more than just a little embarrassed. I not only had just wet myself for the first time in over a decade but I really wet myself.
I began to cry a bit. I’m not completely sure but I think I began sobbing too because not long after I started Mommy walked in looking very concerned.
“Hey, there, Cady, what’s wrong?” She asked as she reached through the crib bars and brushed her hand across my cheek. I could only point to my leaking diaper with a very big blush all across my face. Mommy didn’t seem the least bit surprised or angry though.
“Flooded it all at once, didn’t you?” she asked. I nodded, slightly surprised she knew that.
“Daddy and I experimented with this first before deciding on getting a third party to try it.” she explained, noticing my surprise, “We learned that it’s usually best to wet just a little at a time. Do it all at once and, well…” she looked down at the wet spot under my butt, “We’ll make sure to use thicker diapers at nighttime from now on, just in case, so this is less likely to happen again.” With that, Mommy opened the crib so I could get out. Unlike a true baby crib, where the bars would be slid down for the parent to lift out their child, this one was set up for the bars to slide up and hook into locking points on the ceiling. From there, Mommy kneeled down to help me out. It was hard, I was moving very slow as I didn’t want my diaper leaking even more than it had. I walked over to the changing table and, with Mommy’s help, managed to lay down carefully enough that nothing else came out of my pants and soak the table too.
I had to admit, having my diaper removed was quite a bit more embarrassing than it was having it put on. I blushed a bit as Mommy opened up the wet diaper and got to work. She gave me a reassuring smile as she began to wipe me down. My face became redder as I felt the cold baby wipe cleaning up my most private areas. After what felt like forever Mommy finished and re-diapered me after a rather liberal sprinkling of baby powder onto my body. When that was finished, she helped me up to my feet and smiled. I smiled back, my face nearly entirely red.
Without a word, Mommy took my hand and led me out into the dining room.
There I saw that, during the night, Mommy and Daddy had put up a high chair.
Not surprisingly, it was huge. Big enough for an adult to sit in with minimal discomfort. Mommy helped me into it. After strapping me in I saw her put a huge tray in place. By that point I was waiting for the bib but it didn’t come. Instead, Daddy put some papers down in front of me. I looked at them for a moment before I realized what I was seeing.
“Power of attorney?!” I asked in surprise. I was further surprised when I suddenly had a pacifier stuck in my mouth. Daddy, still holding it in his hand as it rested in my mouth, pulled it out after a moment.
“That was just to remind you of the rules, Cady.” he explained. I nodded sheepishly and gave an embarrassed “Sowwy.” in the most babyish voice I could manage.
“However, right now we’re giving you permission to speak like an adult. We have important matters to discuss and we need you to be a grown up for a few moments more before your new childhood begins.”
“Okay.” I replied.
Daddy went on to explain the necessity of the Power of Attorney and other forms.
“This will allow us to put a sum of five thousand dollars into a savings account in your name.” My mouth dropped. Five thousand?! Granted, it wouldn’t make me rich (not like these people obviously were). On the other hand, I’d be way better off than I was twenty four hours ago. That was enough money to find a small place to stay and get my act together.
“That money will build interest, so when your month is done the amount should be slightly more than that.” Even if slightly was just another buck, I couldn’t deny that was a good deal.
“Obviously, the money is only yours if you last the full month.” Well duh! I knew better than to say out loud.
“You’re free to end this at any time, but you don’t get any payment unless you follow through for a full thirty days.”
“That’s why there’s a contract in here too, huh?” I asked, holding up another paper.
“Exactly.” So I looked over the forms. Most of it was just legalese versions of all the stuff we’d talked about the previous night. I scanned it thoroughly, making sure I wasn’t getting into some weird(er) arrangement that I wasn’t aware of. The contract stated that I agreed to perform a specified service, which was not specified on the form itself, for a total of thirty days. The power of attorney put control of all the money I would be paid, as well as other manners into the hands of Mommy and Daddy. I could only assume that they wanted to make as sure as possible that I followed through on my end. And I had to admit that knowing that money was sitting there for me to claim next month made that high chair a lot more comfortable than it had been when I’d first sat down.
After reading through and clarifying everything, I signed all the forms I needed to sign then. There were a few that had to be done in front of a Notary Public, but that would be held off for the weekend, Mommy told me. No biggie, I was bound to the deal now so the last bits of paperwork were mere formalities.
With the business taken care of, Mommy picked up a big bib and tied around my neck. I immediately noticed the “Mommy’s Big Boy” stitched into the front of it.
“We’ll get you one of your own soon enough, sweetie.” Mommy said, noticing me staring at it.
“‘Kay.” I told her as I looked at the upside-down words. Daddy brought over a bowl of oatmeal, which Mommy began to spoon feed me. The bib wasn’t too necessary, though some of the food did spill out, as I wasn’t used to being spoon-fed. When all was the food was gone my face was wiped clean and I was let out of the chair. My new parents scooted me off to the living room to play.
The End of Bargain – Chapter Three.
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