She won´t change – Chapter Ten – Back to square 1
Mrs. Harling watched the large screen as Sara received her punishment. “Oh my,” she said approvingly. “What a surprising turn of events!”
Matthew was sitting in his high chair at the side of the couch, shoveling mush into his mouth and all over his face. He took a break for a moment to ask, “How?”
The witch kept her eyes on the screen, watching eagerly. She explained, “If Sara is grounded for a month and can’t see John, then she’ll have nobody to change her diaper. Unless, of course, she tells someone in her family her little secret.”
Matthew was confused. He asked, “Can’t he just change her at school?”
The witch thought for a moment. “Well, he can certainly try. But even if he manages to accomplish that, the school year ends on Monday next week. That will still be 20 days without a change! Can you even imagine?” Her eyes suddenly lit up, and her voice got surprisingly high as she finished speaking.
Matt looked worriedly at his caretaker. “You sure seem awfully excited about that…”
Mrs. Harling cleared her throat and collected herself. “Sorry. You know I can sometimes get caught up in my work, dear.”
Matt replied, “Well, I find it disgusting, to say the least. And the rash…” He shuddered at the thought.
“Don’t worry, when I first cast the spell I made sure to give her immunities to some nasty infections. The rash will spread and get more painful with time, but that will be the worst of it.” A moment of silence passed between the two, then Mrs. Harling changed the subject. “So how is your new little playmate?”
“Oh, Erika?” Matthew shrugged. “She’s okay, I guess. Still pretty mad about this whole thing, what you did to her and all. But I think she’ll get over it. Hey, maybe she’ll even want to stay this way forever like I did.”
Mrs. Harling was skeptical. “I highly doubt that. Her pride is too great; she’ll bound out the door the minute I lift the spell.”
“Maybe not,” Matt smiled. “You thought the same thing about me, you know.”
For the remainder of the day, Sara could think of nothing but the inevitable fate that surely awaited her. She thought back to the 40 pound diaper that she had so recently had to suffer through, and loathed the thought of going through it again. Matt could probably change her at school, but even that did not solve her problem, as that would leave another 20 days of messy diapered torture. She paced her room, thinking desperately of ways out of her situation. Maybe John could sneak in the house somehow? No, that would never work. The first floor was nearly always occupied by her mother, and there was no way that John could get into the window of her room on the 2nd floor without the neighbors noticing. But what if everyone were out of the house? No, the chances of that were slim to none, and in all likelihood would not leave a gap of time large enough for John to drive over and change her. After coming up short of a solution, she could only hope that John had some kind of answer.
The next day at school, Sara entered with her diaper bulging a bit from the previous day’s load. She searched frantically for John, and found him at a nearby locker, speaking to one of his new friends. As John saw Sara approach, he waved his friend away and walked in her direction. They met in the middle of the hallway and started talking as they walked.
“So,” John said, amused. “I didn’t hear from you yesterday. Parents take your phone?”
“Yeah,” Sara responded, “but it gets a lot worse.” She then told John about her month-long grounding period.
John absorbed this information and responded, “Well, I can’t say you didn’t have it coming. After all, they did warn you.”
Sara was ready to burst with frustration. “Don’t you realize what this means? If I can’t see you, there’s no way I’ll be able to get changed!”
John thought for a moment. “Well, you could always tell someone in your family-“
“No.” Sara became adamant. “No, that’s off the table. There is no way either of my parents – or my sister, God forbid – is going to change me.”
John could think of no other solution. “Well, I don’t know what to tell you. I’ll try to think of something. In the meantime-” the bell for class rang, cutting him short. He resumed, “In the meantime just try not to think about it. I’ll see you at lunch, okay?”
As the two parted ways, Sara scrambled her brain trying to think of some way out of her horrible situation. She felt the squishy feeling underneath her intensify with the thought of what she would have to endure. The teachers droned on nonsensically as she thought of nothing but her current situation.
The bell finally rang for lunch, and Sara rushed off to meet John in the lunch room. John said, “Let’s go try the bathroom next to the gym again so I can change you.”
They approached the door, which was thankfully unlocked, and walked in, making sure nobody saw them do so. John locked the handle as Sara removed her pants and lied on the floor, prepared for her change. But as John reached to unfasten the tapes, a rattle on the doorknob interrupted his progress. The two froze, then heard a knock on the door. John yelled, “Occupied!” hoping to steer whoever it was away.
Then, the familiar voice of the janitor responded. “Well hurry up in there, I gotta repair the toilet.”
Now the two knew they were in trouble. The janitor wouldn’t leave until they both came out, and he would surely report them for sexual misconduct on school grounds. Sara sat up quickly and looked frantically at John, her eyes wide with fear, waiting for a solution. John looked around the room, seeing no immediate answer. Then, he laid eyes on the large, wheeled trash can in the corner. It was filled about halfway with toilet paper, paper towels, tissues, and other various trash. He pointed first at Sara, then at the trash can, motioning for her to get in. Sara looked behind her at the can, then back at John, giving him a look that said, “Are you being serious right now?” Once again, John pointed from her to the can, mouthing the words “get in.”
Sara got slowly to her feet and replaced her pants. She then walked over to the can, looking grotesquely at its contents. After one more look back at John, she placed one foot in, then the other. She then sat down inside, her knees tucked against her chest, and felt the trash pile over her. The smell of other people’s bodily materials mixed together with her own, and she felt wet spots and moisture from the various disposable paper products piled against her. It was with great effort that she held on to her breakfast.
John piled some toilet paper and paper towels on top to more effectively cover Sara’s head. After she was out of sight, he rolled the trash can to the door and opened it. The elderly, white-bearded janitor stood to the side, giving John a curious look. “Just what do you think you’re doing with that trash can?”
John had already thought this through and responded, “Oh, I got punished earlier today and I have to empty out all the trash cans in the school.”
The janitor still looked unconvinced. “I’ve seen students have to pick up trash in the cafeteria, but never empty out trash bins. Plus, I usually do that at the end of the day.”
John simply shrugged, keeping his composure. “Don’t ask me why, that’s just what I was told to do.”
The janitor shrugged in reply. “Alrighty then.” He put an “Out of Order” sign on the restroom door, then entered, shutting the door behind him. John rolled the can towards the dumpster near the cafeteria, receiving some funny looks as he passed. When questioned, he simply said it was a punishment for class misconduct.
They finally reached the dumpster outside the cafeteria, and John rolled the can behind the dumpster and out of view of the building windows. He told Sara to get out and she did so, covered in wet and messy toilet paper and tissues. She started tearing them off of her body, gagging as she did so.
“Well…” John said. “I can’t think of any other place to change you. We certainly can’t do it out here, and everywhere inside the school has people running around.” He paused, taking a deep breath, and said the words that Sara had been dreading. “I can’t change you here at school. Unless we can figure something else out, you’re stuck in that thing for a month.”
Sara sat through the rest of her classes, unable to believe her predicament. 14 days was bad enough, and 20 is just downright cruel. But 30?? How would she ever survive this? She thought she could feel the rash already starting to return as she still sat in her mess from the day before. She desperately wished that John would’ve at least changed her before they left the restroom, but the janitor had put them both into panic mode.
The school day ended, and Sara drove home defeated. She felt a familiar warmth spread across her crotch as she unknowingly released more urine. Her ability to contain her pee was now thoroughly diminished, and she was starting to lose control over her bowels as well. She longed for the days before she met that horrible witch. Why was she so stupid? Why didn’t she just take care of the kid like she was supposed to? Then she wouldn’t be in any of this mess!
She pulled into the driveway and walked in the door, looking at her phone as she went. 2:59 PM. She was to be home every day by 3:00 or else risk extending her punishment. And since school ended at 2:45, that meant straight home. There was no possible way that John could change her after school without risking Sara’s late return.
Sara walked through the door and passed her mom, placing the phone in her outreached hand as she went. She walked straight up to her room and sat on the bed, frustrated and broken. As she sat, she felt the mess squish underneath her, reminding her she needed to poop again. She laid down on the bed and simply let it flow out of her. It came out more easily every time, and sometimes without Sara’s permission. It added to the current mess already piled inside, doubling the mass. Sara looked down and watched it exit her body as her diaper expanded and adjusted to the new load. She turned on her TV and stared blankly at whatever nonsense appeared in front of her.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. “Who is it?” Sara called, annoyed.
“It’s Beth…” The sweet, innocent voice fluttered from the other side of the door. “I just wanna talk to you for a second.”
Sara was in no mood to deal with her sister. “God,” she groaned, “not now Beth.”
“Please? It’s important.”
Her insistence was unusual, so Sara finally submitted and invited her in. “What do you want?” she asked arrogantly.
“Look…” Bethany started. “I just want you to know that even though you went to a party and had alcohol, that doesn’t make you a bad person.”
Sara interjected. “Beth, I don’t need this right now. You’re not Mom. Please go away.”
“But Sara, don’t you know how bad alcohol is for you? It can cause liver cancer and-“
“What did I just say? I don’t need to hear a fucking speech from you.”
“Look, I know you don’t want to hear this but it’s true! Alcohol does all kinds of horrible things to your body, and when you’re drunk, you don’t know what you’re doing! And you may hurt people around you or even yourself! And another thing is that if you drink too much, you can get addicted.” She continued listing out risk factors of alcohol, going on and on for what seemed like hours to Sara. Something was brewing inside her, something that had been pent up ever since the day Beth had been born, the day the spotlight had been stolen from her. She felt the anger fill her body to the brim, and she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, trying to keep it contained. But it was no use; the results of the immense frustration caused by her sister over the years was about to come bursting out.
“SHUT UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP! What the hell is wrong with you?? Or a better question, what ISN’T wrong with you?! Why do you have to be such a perfect little goody-two-shoes all the time? Why are you always clinging to me trying to get me to talk to you or do things with you? Don’t you have anything better to do with your time? God, ever since you were born Mom and Dad have done nothing but given you every bit of their attention. Well what about me? What happens to Sara when Bethany comes crawling into the world? I’ll tell you what: I get pushed to the side. ‘MAKE WAY FOR THE GREAT AND PERFECT LITTLE BETHANY, EVERYONE!’ GOD you are such a nuisance! And you never get mad or argue with anyone about ANYTHING! Who the hell does that?! You are an unnatural, detestable little bitch, and I wish you were never fucking BORN!”
Sara sat huffing and puffing as her speech concluded. She had exhausted all her energy, and now felt a strange mixture of anger, dizziness, and satisfaction. Bethany listened to the entire rage, tears reaching her eyes as Sara tore the poor girl’s heart open. Her lip quivered, and she covered her eyes and ran out of the room, sniffling loudly as she went. The satisfaction started to fade from Sara and was replaced with the wrenching feeling of guilt. Oh God, why did I do that? she thought. She felt like punching herself repeatedly for saying such things to her feeble little sister, and started to realize that she had been no better to Beth than Eric had been to her.
After a few minutes, she got up, feeling her mess slosh between her legs. She walked over to Bethany’s room, where the sobbing girl was drowning face-down in her own tears. “…Beth?” Sara received no response. “Beth, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to explode on you; I just had a bad day at school.” She cringed at her own horrible excuse.
Beth turned over and sat up on her bed, her tear-stained face a deep red and her short, brown hair slightly disheveled. She sniffled, “Why did you say those things to me? Is that really what I am to you, just some obstacle getting in the way of your life?”
For the first time in her life, Sara noticed a slight anger on Bethany’s face, mixed in with her misery. Sara walked over to the bed. “No, that’s not what you are to me. You’re my sister, and I love you.”
“Well then why did you say all those horrible things about me?”
Sara was silent for a moment. She then took a deep breath, and explained herself. “Look, Beth… Before you were born, I was the only child. Mom and Dad didn’t have anyone else to pay attention to, and I loved their attention. I loved it so much that when you came, I refused to believe that we could share it. I just wanted you to disappear. I was… Well, I was jealous of you. You were always smarter than me, and nicer. People just seemed to like you better. So tonight, I just lost it. You were going on about how I should be safer with alcohol, and I just couldn’t take it anymore. It was wrong of me to do that, and I really am sorry.”
Bethany wiped her face and considered all this. After a minute she said, “It’s okay. I think it’s good that you got it all out of your system. It’s not healthy to hold in your feelings like that, you know?”
Normally, Sara would’ve been annoyed at such a comment. But she let it roll off her shoulders. After another moment of silence, Sara said, “I got an idea. How about when my grounding is over, I drive you to the mall and we can spend the whole day together?”
Bethany looked at Sara and smiled. “Yeah,” she responded, “that would be fun.” The two pulled each other into a hug, and Bethany said, “I love you, Sara.”
Sara replied, “I love you too, Beth.” And for the first time in her life, she meant it/
The End of She wont change – Chapter Ten.
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