Kahlez Posted May 12, 2023 Share Posted May 12, 2023 That is a really good story and one of the really nice things is that guessing her exact age is kind of difficult. Her mom thought she cant be alone at home, she was reminded to use the toilet and "lost" her phone aka most likely too young to even have one. The fact that her mom did try to avoid actually saying she needs a sitter probably means that Isabelle still is not that much younger or her mom would just have said that. I think Isabelle will be in for a surprise next morning what classes she will have or maybe even what school she will go to who knows. 2 hours ago, Olympiczero said: As soon as you accept it, all of it, you will find joy you didn't realize was there." Given her Situation this could be an interesting outcome. The big problem Isabelle has is that she is loosing her mature self (or what is left at this point) without even knowing. If she really wants to find a way to change back time is running out quick given how much she accepts thinking its normal. 1 Link to comment
BabySofia Posted May 12, 2023 Share Posted May 12, 2023 I don't think she wore her slippers at all that day, so maybe she stabilized a bit? I'll be shocked if she's still in middle school at school the next day! I was 'worried' that she was about to wear her slippers to bed! 🤣 Looking forward to more! 🙂 1 Link to comment
Olympiczero Posted May 13, 2023 Author Share Posted May 13, 2023 The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 26 Update 5.16.23: I am thankful for all advice/criticism/notes for my story. Recently, a reader pointed out that my description of Isabelle's underage body may have crossed the line in terms of sexual content as posted here in the SAF. I am extremely appreciative of the responsiveness of the mods in guiding my story into compliance, without sacrificing the story in any way. The beginning of Isabelle's week went by without much excitement. Isabelle woke up Monday morning to the sound of raindrops hitting her bedroom window. As Isabelle stretched her body out in her bed, she could feel that her sweetnight felt noticeably different under her covers. The thin, soft padding, that once wrapped around her was no longer; in its place was a swollen, warm, and clearly wet undergarment. But Isabelle didn't mind - she had slept great last night, and her bed wasn't wet. 'This plan is going to work,' Isabelle told herself. Not bothering to change out of her sweetnight, Isabelle made her way to the bathroom to brush her teeth. As she was doing so, Isabelle noticed she had to pee. Isabelle finished brushing, and made her way to the toilet, pulling her pajama pants, which caused her sweetnight to sag a little further down from her body. Isabelle lowered her sweetnight next, and sat down on the toilet seat. As Isabelle sat down and peed, she took a moment to examine the sweetnight a little closer. She had clearly wet in it, yet still needed to pee this morning. Isabelle could see that the sweetnight was clearly swollen, the middle, and even areas close to the edge, from the front where her pee would have hit, through to the part that would cover her butt, had expanded greatly. 'In truth, I'm surprised it didn't wake me up,' Isabelle thought to herself, before wiping and getting up. Isabelle did not pull her sweetnight back up, instead stepping out of it and removing her pajama top. Isabelle proceeded to get into the shower, tying her hair above her head as to avoid getting it wet, before turning the warm water on. Isabelle knew she had to be quick with her shower, immediately reaching for the soap, and lathering a much smaller body than she was used to. As she ran her hands along her arms, Isabelle couldn't help but notice how bare they were - no hairs on her arms, or even in her armpits. In fact, there was no presence that hair had either recently been shaved in either spot. 'And I can't remember the last time I even shaved..' Isabelle though to herself. Isabelle continued to wash her body, spreading the body wash on her chest and stomach. There too, there were no hairs. As Isabelle began rubbing the soap on her chest, she could barely detect a hint of her breasts rising. Isabelle looked down, noticing that they had all but receded, and it was an utter shock to Isabelle to realize this morning that they had basically disappeared all together. Isabelle started to feel deeply self conscious about it. Isabelle took additional soap to wash her crotch, butt, and legs. Consistent with her prior discoveries, Isabelle discovered she had no pubic hair at all. It was not an uncommon feeling, as Isabelle always shaved her pubic hair anyway, but as she soaped the area, she could feel the skin was smoother, softer, and without any trace of shaving. As Isabelle continued to wash herself thoroughly, she noticed other changes as well, which bothered her. Her waist and hips also felt narrower and straighter. Isabelle even noticed that her butt was smaller. Isabelle continued to wash her body, reflecting on these changes to her body. 'This should bother me more,' Isabelle thought to herself. But it didn't. 'It just doesn't feel important,' Isabelle thought, 'in the grand scheme of things at least.' It was simply consistent with everything else that was happening to her. 'It would be completely whack if my body wasn't changing, in fact, but I kept getting younger anyway.' Isabelle laughed at that thought. 'I'd be a giant among my classmates,' Isabelle thought, smirking, though concealing her fears that she was already one of the smaller girls in her friend group. Isabelle finished her shower, before stepping out into the bathroom. Isabelle considered, for a moment, what to do with her sweetnight, before ultimately deciding to just dump it in the garbage nearby, before grabbing her pajamas and heading to her room to change. Isabelle met her mom downstairs, dressed and ready to go to school. "Good morning sweetie. How did you sleep?" Jane asked, curious about her daughter's night. Isabelle simply responded "well" before sitting in front of her bowl of cereal, and starting to eat. Jane was obviously interested in more, and whether Isabelle was withholding purposefully or not, it did not matter. Jane would need to get a few more answers, and expected Isabelle to offer them. "Sweetie. I'm proud of you for wearing your sweetnights, but you also need to let me know in the morning if they were wet or not. Else I'll have to check myself, understood?" Jane said, with a tone that Isabelle understood was not to be challenged. Isabelle looked up from her bowl, and blushed a little. "Sorry mom. Umm.....yah they were wet. But my bed isn't wet or anything," Isabelle added, before returning to her breakfast. 'That wasn't so bad,' Isabelle thought. Jane smiled. 'Of course your bed wasn't wet - that's the whole point,' Jane thought to herself, deciding to keep that remark to herself. "Thank you sweetie. It sounds like it was a very good idea we got them. And you look so much better rested today for school. Let's get going." Isabelle had no objection to ending that particular conversation, and so happily followed her mom out the front door, and to the car. Isabelle reached the car, and drop her bags in the trunk, before making her way to the front seat to sit by her mom. "Where do you think you're going young lady?" Jane asked, playfully, but did not wait for a response. "Back seat. Now." Jane said, shaking her head before getting behind the steering wheel. Isabelle was not pleased with being told she couldn't sit in the front. 'What the heck?!' Isabelle thought, stopping herself just shy of letting a different word slip out of her mouth. Isabelle decided she was in no mood to have a spat over it this morning though, and decided to go ahead and get into the back of the car. Isabelle remained silent for the car ride, unhappy that she was relegated to the back seat. "I'm going to pick you up a little later today sweetie, probably around 5:30, so you'll have to go to the library after school." Isabelle had no objection. It would give her time to work out some new theories. Beyond that conversation, Isabelle largely ignored her mom until they arrived at Higgins, quietly leaving the car and grabbing her bags, before heading into the school locker rooms to get ready for her dance classes. It did not take long for Isabelle to find Mel getting dressed for dance. In fact, Isabelle approached Mel just as Mel was taking off her clothes to change into her dance clothing. "Hey Belly! How are you?" Mel asked, seemingly without a care that she was completely naked in front of Isabelle. Isabelle starred at her friend, who's body was far more mature then her own; her friend had already developed sizeable breasts, and had a much curvier figure than the one Isabelle had washed this morning. The sight of Mel alone made Isabelle blush. "Hi Mel. I'm good. I missed you the rest of the weekend!" Isabelle confessed, before sitting next to her friend as Mel was pulling her tights on. "How was the rest of your weekend?" Isabelle followed up with? "Well," Mel responded, "other than missing you too, not too much excitement." Mel went on to share how their family went out to some fancy restaurant on Saturday night, before going out for ice cream. Mel said it was pretty boring, "until we found out that Avery has a date next week, and everyone was making fun of him. I hope whoever goes on that date knows how gross he is," Mel added, as she straightened out her leotard, "otherwise well just have to tell him." Mel said, laughing. Isabelle's heart sank. 'Gross? Your brother isn't gross,' Isabelle thought, pouting more than she expected to. 'Whatever girl he agreed to go on a date with is the gross one,' Isabelle thought, before simply deciding to agree with her friend. "For sure Mel. That sounds like an okay weekend though." Isabelle elected not to get too in depth about her own weekend. 'I don't plan on sharing those events with anyone, in fact.' Mel and Isabelle started to walk out of the locker rooms together, Isabelle following Mel to the left before Mel stopped abruptly. "Belly.....wrong way?" Mel said. Mel's comment caused Isabelle to stop, unsure of what Mel was trying to tell her. Isabelle stood, motionless, starring at her friend with a perplexed look on her face, until she offered a little more context. "You're going the wrong way Belly. You're in studio B this morning. I'll see you after class, I have to go." Mel said, hugging her friend before jogging off in the original direction she was heading. Isabelle remained still, alone in the hallway, confused about her friend's instruction. 'Why would I be in studio B this morning if Mel is in studio A?' Isabelle pondered, unable to come up with a single reason why that might be the case. Before she knew it, however, the school bell rang, indicating that Isabelle was late, one way or the other. 'Melly obviously knows something I don't' Isabelle decided, and turned around jogging to studio B for class. Isabelle walked into class just as Ms. Appleby was starting her lesson. "Nice of you to join us, Isabelle, Ms. Appleby said. "Now that you're in middle school, you're responsible for showing up on time. Now lets get started." Isabelle considered Ms. Appleby's comments for a moment, before realizing what had happened: Isabelle had gone back, two more years this time. 'Oh god.' Isabelle thought, as she started working through Ms. Appleby's instructions, lining up with the other girls along the ballet barre. 'I really need to sort this out sooner rather than later,' Isabelle thought, stretching down and extending out of a new position. Isabelle was getting herself worked up, in an almost state of panic. Until she wasn't. As Isabelle tried to process what was happening to her, a pulsating vibration was running through her body. It started at her feet, in her slippers, and ran up her ankles. It stayed there, for a moment, until it started to run up her legs, into her thighs, and then her hips. The vibration didn't stop, bouncing up her stomach, and through her chest. It danced down her arms, into her fingertips, before returning up her arms and to her shoulders, her neck. The vibration wouldn't cease, running up her shin, to her mouth, her nose and ears, and cascading across her eyebrows. The vibration and warmth continued to run all the way to the top of her head, until suddenly it left, and with it, any sense that what was happening was anything other than what was supposed to. 'I.......I belo...........I belong here....' It started out as more of a question, as the pulsating warmth spread out from her slippers, through her body. 'I..........I do.....belong here.' The questioned evolved into a statement - sure, one still carrying disbelief - as the warm pulses had spread to her extremities. 'I.....I Isabelle, I....I definitely belong here.' By the time the feeling has spread through, and out the tip of her head, it was no longer a question - it was a statement of fact. One Isabelle knew to be true. Isabelle proceeded through Ms. Appleby's morning class, excelling at nearly every exercise. It's not that it was necessary easy. In fact, Isabelle found it was quite the workout. 'Ballet I was all about building muscle and stamina,' Isabelle thought, as she proceeded through the third set of grueling steps. Isabelle had forgotten how challenging that first year of middle school was, until that moment. Yet Isabelle felt right at home - there was no doubt she was exactly where she was supposed to be. There remained, of course, some resistance. But the resistance was not strong enough to overcome what Isabelle knew and felt to be right. As she danced, Isabelle couldn't help but smile - she felt gratitude for where she was at that moment. By the end of morning lessons, Isabelle was exhausted, Her legs, arms, and whole body were sore. Everything but her feet. But there was one more problem Isabelle was feeling - she was in desperate need to use the bathroom. As Ms. Appleby droned on about the lessons they had learned that day, Isabelle was bouncing from one foot, to the other, desperate to hold her bladder. The feeling had come on almost instantly, and Isabelle was not sure how much longer she would last. "......and that's why its important to break down each step," Ms. Appleby continued on. "Tomorrow, you'll each apply those steps for class, one at a time, and present a short piece highlighting why it's important to complete a step, and highlight the transitions into your next movement." 'Yada yada yada,' Isabelle thought, 'SOME OF US HAVE TO PEE HERE.' Isabelle was growing desperate, hunched over at this point, as Appleby continued on to another subject. 'Forget about this - I can't wait here any longer.' Isabelle was not going to risk another incident. So, while Ms. Appleby was continuing her lesson, Isabelle simply bolted out of class, one hand pressed against her crotch, the other reaching out for the door. As Isabelle opened the door and slipped through, she could hear a call for her to return "....Ward. Get back here!" But Isabelle was not about to stop. Isabelle darted into the locker rooms, finding them empty, as class was not over. Isabelle deftly moved around two sets, of benches, past the showers, running into a stall, and closing it behind her. Isabelle was bounding on her tip-toes as she slipped the shoulder of her leotard off, and yanked her tights down, nearly peeing in them before sitting on the toilet and releasing all of her pee into the toilet. 'Thankkkkkkkk gawwwd....' Isabelle thought, as she heard the bell for class ring, signaling the end of dance. Isabelle didn't care what she looked like, all she knew was that she looked better than she would have if she'd peed in class. *** "The way Lily tells it, you just bolted out of class" Ras recited, as the girls all ate their lunch together. Isabelle's frantic departure from class had been a topic of conversation as the girls had all changed in the locker room, though the real reason behind it remained a mystery to all. Mel, Natalie, and Ras had thought it was a particularly funny story, so now, even as the girls ate their lunch, the topic remained a point of discussion. Eventually, her friends deviated to another topic: class that afternoon. Isabelle was not looking forward to not knowing anyone in class again. Yet, at the same time, Isabelle was looking forward to possibly being in classes that weren't so tough. Isabelle was still not deterred from her ultimate goal of reversing whatever was happening to her. But at the same time, it felt better to be stuck in a place that felt appropriate, at least for the time being. 'And hopefully some less challenging classes,' Isabelle thought to herself. After lunch, Isabelle identified a few girls she recognized from her dance class that morning, and followed them into a class labelled "Math I." Isabelle took one of the empty seats at the front, smiling at the other kids in the class, who, Isabelle realized, looked much like she did. Isabelle felt sad to be without Mel, but the truth was, she felt a little less self-conscious among these classmates. Classes, for the most part, did go better than usual. Isabelle was able to answer a few questions correctly in math after making a few mistakes early in the class. Isabelle also found the "Introduction to Biology" class to be rather enjoyable. It didn't hurt that the class used the textbook she had earlier taken out to try and explore her coma theory. Even though it didn't amount to anything, it helped prepare her for this unexpected class. Mr. Gross was even surprised when she was able to answer a question on the brain! There were of course some challenges. Isabelle embarrassingly was holding her map upside-down in geography class. Isabelle had also been shuffled into some foreign language class, where, by the end of the period, Isabelle was still unable to identify what language they were supposed to be studying. The worst part of the day, however, was Isabelle was lonely. She didn't have Dani or Lola, who she missed more than she could explain. She didn't have Mel, who, 'even though she is much younger than me,' Isabelle missed drastically. 'She's been such a good friend the last week,' Isabelle reminded herself. Isabelle even missed Tori, and Ras, and not-so-little anymore Natalie, who she had not seen at all that afternoon. It made for a hard afternoon, and by the time her last class ended, Isabelle was feeling pretty down on herself. The sound of the bell came with opportunity, though. Isabelle probably should have tracked down Mel and those girls - it would have made more sense, and Isabelle knew it. But it had been three full days since she had seen or even spoken to Lola, and Isabelle was not sure she'd ever gone that long before without seeing her. Plus, she might catch Dani too, who, though Isabelle saw her on Saturday, she was still longing for her company as well So at the sound of the bell, Isabelle made her way directly the girls' locker rooms, in hopes that she would have a chance to find her friends. Isabelle departed her classroom, and immediately made a right turn, navigating her way through the halls. Isabelle went down a set of stairs, made a left turn, further down the hall, another right, before she - *WHAM* Isabelle ran right into a wall. Or what felt like a wall. In fact, it was not a wall. It was a person. And not just any person - it was, of course, Avery. "Oww....." Isabelle moaned from the floor, rubbing her side, where she had landed. Avery, seemingly had been entirely unaffected by Isabelle's accidental tackling attempt, but turned, and saw the poor girl on the floor. "Oh jeez. Isabelle - you need to be more careful," Avery said, before extending an arm, and effortlessly pulling Isabelle up off the ground. "You can't just run around the halls here like that, you'll get yourself seriously hurt." Avery was smiling as Isabelle now, who was still rubbing her butt where she had landed. "Are you okay?" Isabelle was not sure how to answer that question. 'Well, Avery, my butt hurts, a lot. Thanks for asking,' would have been the honest, but strange answer. But in that moment, Isabelle felt angry. She was angry at Avery - angry that he told his mom she had wet the bed and angry that Avery had agreed to go on a date with some skank. Isabelle's afternoon did not help things - she was angry at how lonely she had been all afternoon. So, rather than respond even remotely politely to Avery's kind gesture, Isabelle angrily responded, "I'm fine," before stomping away toward the locker room. If Avery responded, Isabelle didn't hear it. Isabelle made her way into the locker room seconds after Tori exited, heading in the opposite direction. 'Maybe I'm not too late,' Isabelle thought, as she picked her pace up and went into the locker room, sliding by another pair of 12th grade girls leaving. The locker room was scarcely filled, but Isabelle did not need it to be otherwise. She was interested in finding two people and two people only, and it was not long before she located them. Isabelle spotted Dani and Lola in one of the rows, chatting away with Ms. Smith, presumably about their class. Not wanting to interrupt, Isabelle waved, catching Lola's eye, who waved back, and put a single finger up letting Isabelle know it would be a minute. Isabelle sat on a nearby bench, barely within earshot and waited. ".........incredible improvements.............to focus...............leagues here.......................Dani.................potato..............Lola.....................of course. Tomorrow." Isabelle couldn't make sense of anything Ms. Smith was saying. 'Why the heck are they talking about potatoes?' Isabelle wondered, fixated on that portion of the conversation. But, she didn't need to fixate long, as Ms. Smith left after uttering her last word, out toward the hallway. Dani and Lola both sat down, and Isabelle made her way to them. "Hi Dani. Hi Lola. How was dance this afternoon?" Isabelle asked. It felt wonderful to just speak toward her friends after the day she had, even if it would only last minutes. Lola was the first to respond. "Hey Izzy. What are you doing here? What a nice surprise. Dance was good - Smith is being super tough of late, but nothing we can't handle," Lola said, with a grin. Isabelle could see the sweat dripping down Lola's brow, along her cheek, and down her long neck line. Lola's black hair was tied in the most perfect ballet bun, as she turned and smiled at Dani. "This one might disagree though," Lola said, motioning to Dani. "She's a lunatic Izzy. Be grateful you wont see her for years to come," Dani said, collapsing down on hte bench, starring at the ceiling, and stretching her arms over her head, which was now laying next to where Isabelle was seated. Dani turned her head to the left to face Isabelle, "How about you? Good day? Feeling a little better today?" Isabelle immediately blushed at the question, and diverted her gaze down to her feet, which were now nervously bouncing. Lola turned to look at Dani, then Isabelle, pausing for a moment, before returning to searching in her ballet bag. Isabelle was fairly sure she knew was Dani was referring to, but was hopeful Lola never needed to find out. 'I'll just ignore that question,' Isabelle concluded. "My day was okay. Classes were a bit better. And dance this morning was hard, but I didn't have any trouble. I just........." Isabelle was not sure how to share what she was dealing with. "....I just.......I'm..uh.......having" Isabelle wanted so badly to tell the truth, to tell her friends what was happening. But she couldn't. "....just having trouble making friends is all." It wasn't exactly a lie, and her loneliness was weighing on her. "That's alright Izzy," Lola responded. "It took Dani and I a few months to make new friends when we came to middle school. We hardly recognized any of our classmates. Half of the kids from the elementary school didn't stay at Higgins, and we basically only had each other," Lola explained. "Think about this - we only met Tori this summer, and we spend all our time with her now! You'll meet great people, don't worry about it." Isabelle was saddened at the reminder that Lola had not included Isabelle in Lola's friend group coming into Higgins middle school. 'But then again.....I wasn't there....was I?' Isabelle mind began racing, trying to recall memories of her, Dani, and Lola coming into middle school together, as a trio. But none came to mind. It was as though it had never happened at all. 'Because..........because it didn't,' Isabelle told herself, believing that to be true. 'How could it not be true?' Isabelle asked herself, 'look at these two - they're just more grown up than me.....' Isabelle tried harder and harder to remember her memories with Lola and DAni, but the harder she did, she more distant and fading the memories felt. It was as if she lost all connection to how she knew Lola and Dani. All Isabelle knew was that she did, that they were her best friends, that she was supposed to be in 12th grade with them, somehow, someway, but nothing else. It didn't make any sense, and it hurt Isabelle's head to think about. Isabelle was shaken out of her thoughts by Dani, who followed up on one of Lola's questions. "What are you doing here sweetie?" Isabelle looked at Dani, realizing that she would need to come up with a better justification for her presence in the locker room than merely wanting to see Dani and Lola. "Oh...I..uh......I was uh....." Isabelle was searching for an excuse, and settled on the easiest one. "I was going to see if I could use one of the studio rooms. My mom is coming late and I just wanted to practice." "Smart girl," Lola responded, slipping her own tennis shoes on. "That's why you're the best in your class. And trust me, friends will come. Its still the first month of school. October only starts on Wednesday," Lola said. "You have loads of time to make friends. Cute girl like you might even have a boyyyyyyyfriend" Lola said teasingly. Dani added a couple of "ooooooooooooooooooooooohs" to boot. The dance compliment made Isabelle feel good about herself - she could have done without the teasing about boys. But at least, Isabelle ffered Lola a simple "thanks" in response. But Isabelle realized her excuse would only make sense if she actually changed back into her ballet clothes. "I...ummmm....I'm going to change." Isabelle had no interest in changing in front of Dani and Lola, feeling more self-conscious than ever about her body, especially in front of her two, adult - not to mention beautiful - friends. "See you later," Isabelle said, making her way past her two friends, past the showers, and into one of the bathroom stalls, deciding to change there. As Isabelle undressed, she took the opportunity to sit on the toilet and pee. As she did, she heard Dani and Lola make their ways to the showers, catching the tail end of their conversation. ".......little embarrassed about it, but I think she's okay." Dani said, finishing a thought Isabelle couldn't quite figure out. "Wow," Lola had responded, "I feel bad. That's not easy to manage. Probably not helping with her struggles right now too. In any event, how did your conversation go Saturday afternoon. You never updated me......" It was the last Isabelle heard between her two friends. Isabelle flushed the toilet, and opened her ballet bag. 'I really don't want to get back into my sweaty things from this morning.....but I do need to maintain the fib, at least to get out of the locker room.' Isabelle pondered her dilemma, before arriving at a solution. 'I'll just put my slippers on, and if anyone asks, tell them I'm just working them in and walking through steps.' It would be semi-believable, though the fact that she was wearing jeans would make it less so. Either way, Isabelle pulled off her shoes, and slipped her bare feet into her slippers, instantly feeling better about her afternoon. Isabelle unlocked the latch to the bathroom door, and peered out. Not seeing anyone, Isabelle made her way out the door, and quickly darted past the showers, out the locker room, and made her way toward the middle school library. 'That worked out just fine.' Isabelle settled herself at a desk in the library, opening one of her brand new notebooks. Isabelle was, for the first afternoon in a long time, not feeling exhausted. 'Sleeping has done wonders,' Isabelle thought to herself. Isabelle dedicated the following hour to working out her new theories. Isabelle pulled out a blank, black ruler sized composition journal, decorated with white spots. On the front, Isabelle took a pink gel pen and wrote, in bubble letters, "Investigative Journal," before blowing on the writing to help dry it. Smiling, Isabelle opened up the journal to the first page. Isabelle started writing a title - "Isabelle's Conundrum," this time in a blue gel pen, before picking up a red gel pen, and starting to write down the theories she had worked through already, identifying any clues she discovered, and working out why she no longer believed them plausible. For the first time since this started, Isabelle felt she was efficiently marking down her discoveries, and feeling somewhat in control of an uncontrollable situation. 'Selma in the Cluefinders always takes notes, and whenever they ultimately crack a conundrum, the cluefinders always rely on those notes,' Isabelle thought, as she drew a box in purple gel around a new header on a clean page that read "CLUES." Isabelle started writing down what she knew: 1. Body changing. Smaller. Shrinking. No presence of puberty; no hair, haven't had period in month - something to track. Hair longer. Face rounder. Freckles back. Still adorable. Isabelle wasn't sure what compelled her to write the last remark. 2. Others treating me younger. School - appear to be in 6th grade. Mel and girls believe I am younger than them now, but last week same age, I think? Yet, for some reason.....I know I am in the right grade. Strange feeling. Needs to be explored more. Mom - possibly thinks I am younger, but largely treating me the same....I think. Mom=best, helping me. Jess, let me co-babysit, so obviously they know I am responsible. Perhaps strange events only impacting how classmates see me? Worth exploring 3. Dani and Lola - Best friends, but how? Trying to remember how we met, but cannot. Deep down, I know they are the closest people to me. Need to keep them close. VERY IMPORTANT. 4. Bedwetting problems - Handled. no longer issue. Better sleep, better ideas. Able to focus on cracking conundrum better. Very mature decisions made. Well done me. Isabelle continued to write away, pausing to consider additional clues she had found. 5. School - excelling at dance, struggling with some classes. No obvious change from prior. Disallowed from senior library - need to resolve 6. Avery - traitor. Isabelle felt bad about the last line, but was still stewing. Nevertheless, she decided to add additional context to the line about her desired beau. 6. Avery - traitor (to be revisited) 7. Clothing, other changes - generally, world appears to be adapting to me. Clothes all fit, and appear new, much cuter than old outfits. Dance clothes as well - far cuter, fit well. Pleased that some changes had been positive. Slippers - source of comfort, joy, despite everything seemingly existing in chaos. Thank you mom - the best. Isabelle finished by writing a summary of her clues: Overall conclusion: I appear to be getting smaller, and possibly younger, but by how much, unclear. At most, it would appear two years at this stage. Need to find way back to 8th grade......No clear memories beyond that. For some reason, memories of being 12th grader seem more distant...less real. But.....I cant make the connection. Something greater feels wrong, but can no longer identify. Memory hazy - certain things coming back, others.....for some reason will not. Need to work way back to 8th grade first, then re-evaluate. Excellent plan. Isabelle reflected on her clues and her summary, and decided she needed to provide additional theories. Reflecting on her old ones, Isabelle decided to expand the possibilities. 'I need to consider that this might be something I have overlooked,' Isabelle thought to herself, before writing down her new, most likely theories. a. Unknown medical condition. Novel. Unheard of. Patient zero? b. Wormhole theory must be revisited. Find book on space, perhaps? Isabelle was happy to have some direction, after feeling she had none this morning. She set her pen down, intent to close her journal and But something was holding her back. She couldn't flip the page. Isabelle knew why, but could not bring herself, in that moment to admit it. Until, that is, Isabelle felt a warmth flowing through her body. 'I can't rule it out....' Isabelle thought, 'no matter how silly it feels to write down.' ... ... Isabelle picked up her pen one more time. c. Magic. Implausible. Impossible. Silly. .... ...Can't rule out. With that, Isabelle closed her book, and made her way out to the front of the middle school, where her mom was waiting with a smile on her face to take her home. 'I'll get to the bottom of this.' Isabelle wouldn't settle for anything else. 8 Link to comment
BabySofia Posted May 13, 2023 Share Posted May 13, 2023 Writing about her bedwetting in a journal at school is certainly dangerous... Not sure she'll be at any one grade long enough for anyone to remember if they find out though! I like how you describe her as no longer understanding the ballet terminology as she watches her older friends. (Passé? What was the real word, you have me curious what she thought was potato!) Glad to read another chapter of this today! 💜 🙂 1 Link to comment
Kahlez Posted May 13, 2023 Share Posted May 13, 2023 At least she managed to stay in middle school for now that is something right? Not that I have a lot of hope for her staying there for long. 51 minutes ago, Olympiczero said: Wormhole theory must be revisited. Find book on space, perhaps? Please revisit that I am very curious what Isabelle would come up with that theory in her less mature mind. Link to comment
BabySofia Posted May 13, 2023 Share Posted May 13, 2023 1 minute ago, Kahlez said: At least she managed to stay in middle school for now that is something right? Not that I have a lot of hope for her staying there for long. She went the day before without wearing her slippers, definitely worn them that day! Elementary school or younger is probably likely. At the rate she's going in a couple weeks she'll be in daycare! 🙂 Link to comment
AwD_95 Posted May 13, 2023 Share Posted May 13, 2023 Another awesome addition to this story! Part of me is sad that she is having to get younger and lose out on the prior life she had with her friends and all of her experiences (relearning everything would suck if I had to do it), but it seems she is at least keeping some threads to her old(er) friends so there's that. I'll just have to keep tuning in and see where this journey ends up! Keep up the fantastic work!!! Link to comment
Kahlez Posted May 13, 2023 Share Posted May 13, 2023 2 hours ago, BabySofia said: She went the day before without wearing her slippers, definitely worn them that day! Elementary school or younger is probably likely. At the rate she's going in a couple weeks she'll be in daycare! 🙂 Yeah but to take it on a positive note that means she can have a lot of nice playdates with Becky. Given her recent potty problems Pull-ups at day at day and real diapers at night soon? I still would find it funny if Becky was in the same Situation, both are stuck being little children and just having fun together eventually growing up again xD Link to comment
FloridaKid Posted May 14, 2023 Share Posted May 14, 2023 It is sad that she’s missing out on her old friends, but she’s forming new relationships at each “stage” of her regression so far, so there’s hope she won’t be lonely for long. It seems her regression is accelerating a bit, so it’ll be interesting to see how long until she’s dancing that toddler recital (with a slight bulge in the tights?). I do like how you’re keeping her feelings and emotions such an important part of the story. I look forward to your updates! Link to comment
Olympiczero Posted May 15, 2023 Author Share Posted May 15, 2023 The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 27 Isabelle's evening was fairly routine. After getting home, she helped her mom make dinner by getting various things out of the pantry as she was instructed to, while her mom pounded out chicken to make chicken parmesan. Isabelle ate with her mom while the two chatted about their days, before Isabelle went upstairs to her room. Isabelle still needed to find her phone. She was getting desperate at this point, and was coming to terms with the fact that she might need to tell her mom she lost it. Isabelle made her way to her room, looking though all her things, but coming up empty - no phone. Isabelle knew that she had it on Saturday...she just couldn't put her finger on where it went. Rather than let the thought overwhelm her, Isabelle went through her routine of getting her dancing clothes ready for the next day. As she did so, Isabelle thought to herself that she was pleased with her progress on new, viable theories as to what was going on with her. Isabelle took her dirty ballet clothes out of her bag, and replaced them with clothes to change into after dance the next day, settling on a floral dress she found in her closet. Isabelle took out dance clothes for the next morning as well, before deciding to lay on her bed to try and get through some more of her re-read of the first Emerald Chronicle book. After several chapters, Isabelle found herself yawning, but unwilling to put the book down. Her pace had been oddly slow that evening, and she found herself re-reading several pages more than once just to confirm she had caught everything. More often than not, she hadn't. 'Just...tired from today,' Isabelle thought, fighting off another yawn. 'That's all.' Isabelle was about to start another chapter when her mom knocked on her door. "Izzy, bedtime. Please get washed up," Jane asked with a smile. Isabelle knew it wasn't really a request, and so got up from her bed and made her way to the bathroom, first sittiing down on the toilet to pee, before brushing her teeth and washing her face. Isabelle went back to her room to get into her pajamas. Isabelle took her shirt off, before removing her jeans and her panties, noticing a small wet spot in her underwear. 'Must have just been a little dribble,' Isabelle thought. Isabelle reached into her top dresser drawer as though it was second nature, pulling out a sweetnight and sliding it up her legs, until it snugly rested against her crotch. 'That's nice,' Isabelle said with a smile. Isabelle then opened her pajama drawer, pulling out a purple nightgown with a unicorn on it, and sliding over her head, letting it tumble to her shins. Jane had, at that moment, made her way back to Isabelle's room. Jane made her way over to Isabelle, patting her on the butt and ushering her toward her bed. Isabelle hardly noticed that her mom was making sure her sweetnight was on, and merely responded to her mom directing her to the bed, jumping in and allowing her mom to tuck her in. Before she knew it, she was fast asleep. *** Isabelle woke the next morning to her mother's touch. "Isabelle - it's time to get up," Jane said, as she pulled the curtains back from her daughter's window. "We have to get going soon, or you'll be late for class. Did you sleep well? Anything to report?" Jane asked. Isabelle was still opening her eyes as her mother asked her the series of questions. "Okay mom. I'm getting up. I slept well, ya," Isabelle responded, before pushing Rabbity away from her body, and turning to move her legs off of the bed. Jane paused, standing silently as she waited for her daughter to respond to all of her questions. She figured she would give Isabelle another opportunity before taking matters, well, into her own hands. "Nothing to share sweetie? Are you sure?" Isabelle looked up at her mom without a clue as to what her mom was asking about. 'What's with mom this morning?' Isabelle wondered, as she stood up from the bed and went over to her mom, giving her a good morning hug. 'I like that mom woke me up today though.' As Isabelle pressed her head against her mom's chest, Isabelle answered her mom. "Nothing mom - I'm going to get ready now." Jane, however, did not release her daughter from her hug. Instead, Jane kept her daughter firmly against her body with her left arm, as she used her right arm to hike her daughter's nightgown up. Before Isabelle could pull away, or even react, Jane had her hand pressed against an extremely soggy sweetnight. "We spoke about this yesterday hunny. If you aren't going to be able to tell me on your own, mommy is just going to check your sweetnights herself." Isabelle blushed, feeling her moms hand pressed firmly against her sweetnight. The truth was Isabelle had not even noticed her sweetnight that morning. It felt completely natural, so much so that even if she had remembered her conversation with her mom the morning prior, its not likely she would have shared anything. Now, however, with her mom's hand pressing the sweetnight against her, Isabelle was intimately aware of how wet it was. "These really are soaked, hunny," Jane repeated, continuing the conversation with herself. "We may need to find something a little more absorbent," Jane said aloud, before releasing the sweetnight and her daughter from her grip. As soon as her mom let go of the sweetnight, Isabelle could feel the weight of it pull down on her. 'Mom wasn't exactly wrong - it did feel particularly heavy.' Once upon a time Isabelle might be bothered by her mom's comment. In truth, she was surprised that morning that she was not. But Isabelle wasn't bothered in the least bit. Isabelle had slept unbelievably for two nights now, and just one good night of sleep resulted in substantial progress on her working theories. So Isabelle said nothing, and merely went to to the bathroom to get ready for the day. As soon as she entered, Isabelle felt the need to pee again, and so sat on the toilet to go about her business. Looking down at her sweetnight, Isabelle could see how much fuller it appeared as she released her morning pee into the toilet bowl. Isabelle wiped, and stood up, pulling her soggy sweetnight back up, before going over to the sink to brush her teeth. The weight of the sweetnight felt odd, but not so much that it distracted Isabelle from the comfort of having them on. Isabelle returned to her room to ger dressed for dance, removing her nightgown before taking her sweetnight off and pushing it aside. Isabelle pulled her tights on, before stepping into a green leotard she had picked out the night prior. Isabelle put her slippers on, and headed down to kitchen to eat a quick breakfast, before leaving to school with her mom. *** "So," Mel asked, as she pulled the last strap of her leotard over her shoulder, "I heard you're doing some presentations in class today? Its your first one this year, no?" Mel, Natalie, and Ras were sitting around the locker room with Isabelle waiting for class to start. Isabelle had let her friends know that morning that Ms. Appleby expected them to run through some steps they had worked on the day prior. "Presenting is no big deal Belly," Ras added. "Sure, its a little different than the the elementary school ones, and the after school companies, but you'll do great. I wouldn't worry about it." Ras said, trying to encourage her friend. In fact, Mel, Ras, and Natalie had been encouraging all morning. Isabelle thought she must have looked terrified, if all her friends were doing their best to motivate her. Isabelle was, in fact, feeling strange. But she couldn't figure out what it was. The morning had been pretty normal, but her head had felt fuzzy, and her stomach was in knots. 'Maybe I am nervous?' Isabelle thought to herself, as she stood up to try and stretch out a bit before class. 'Thanks girls. I'll.......I'll be fine. I'm sure of it." Isabelle was happy to be able to spend the morning with her friends, even though she wouldn't see them the rest of the day. "I'll see you all later," Isabelle said, departing to class. Isabelle made her way out of the locker room, instinctively turning to the right toward the sixth grade class. Isabelle made her way in, and turned to the barre to begin stretching her body out before class started. A few of her classmates were doing the same, but other than a few smiles and nods, no one came up to Isabelle to chat, instead clustering into their own groups. Isabelle was already starting to feel some of the loneliness of the prior day setting in as the bell rang, and Ms. Appleby came in. "Class. Let's get started. I know many of you must be nervous to perform, but I promise, its no different than what you have done before. Now when I call your name, come to the front, and begin at the top of the key. When others are performing, I expect you to pay attention, and note aspects of their performances you'd like incorporated in your own" Isabelle took her place at the back of the class as Ms. Appleby called out the first name. "Aspenwood, Christine." Isabelle watched as a dark-skinned girl with a perfect ballet figure - presumably at 12 - stepped forward and took her mark before starting her presentation. The presentation itself was not itself very complex, but was demanding. The piece they had worked on the day prior was the opening to a modern ballet based on Dumas' La Traviata, originally written as an opera. The ballet tells the tragic love story of Violetta Valéry, a beautiful and glamorous courtesan, and Alfredo Germont, a young nobleman. The ballet begins much like the opera does, with a lavish party hosted by Violetta, where she meets Alfredo and is deeply moved by his sincere affection. The piece is particularly demanding as a ballet because the lead female dancer cannot just focus on their steps. Rather, the story is conveyed by Violetta's facial features, requiring the lead ballerina to sell the audience in the opening act on the love story. A talented ballerina is not always a talented actress, and the opening of LA Traviata demands both. If a dancer is too focused on their steps, they'll forget to control their facial features, which must carry numerous emotions. If the dancer gets too distracted acting, they'll trip up what are otherwise basic steps. It requires splitting your focus, something young ballerinas struggle with. Aspenwood, Christine did a decent job managing both tasks, but got tripped up with the glissades that Violetta uses to navigate her party in the opening act. After that, Decker, Wendy was next, who more or less forgot that she was able to make facial expressions all together. Isabelle realized she was likely going last - 'this seems to be alphabetical.' Isabelle waited patiently as classmate after classmate performed, some better than others, some to be forgotten. About two thirds of the way through the class, as Ray, Betty, was performing, Isabelle considered excusing herself to go to the bathroom, feeling the sudden, but not urgent need, but didn't want to miss her turn. 'I already ran out early yesterday - I don't want to bother Appleby again today.' Dancer after dancer progressed until finally, Isabelle was called. "Ward, Isabelle," Appleby announced, seemingly colder than she did the other names. 'It's probably just in my head,' Isabelle thought, as she anxiously took her position in front of the class. Much like the other students' performances, Isabelle took her starting position, putting a big smile on her face. Violetta was, of course, hosting a party. And what sort of party host does not greet her guests with a smile? Unlike the other students, however, the music did not start. Isabelle did not move, assuming there was an issue with the recording. But she should have known better. She should have known that her performance would not be like the others'. That her performance would not take place in this ballet studio, in front of her class, or at Higgins at all. No, her performance would take place elsewhere. The only question as the world spun around her was where. As the warmth pulsated through her body from her slippers, Isabelle watched as her classmates disintegrated into dust, blown away by the tiniest of breezes. Isabelle watched as the chipped wooden floor below her feet expanded into a marvelous stage, tall walls arising around her like a box, with an open end to the audience. In front of her rows of orchestra level seats expanded out from the stage, rising slowly, before the balconies emerged in an open hexagonal shape. More rows of seats expanded, and slowly began to fill in the same manner her classmates had disappeared. Below her feet Isabelle could see the musicians begin to ready their instruments in the pit, each musician dressed in formal wear, each with beautifully polished instruments. Isabelle adjusted her gaze to stage left, where, unlike previous experiences, there appeared to be others on the stage with her. Quickly gazing stage right as well, Isabelle confirmed that, in fact, others were present. 'I guess I'm still hosting the party,' Isabelle thought. There was no doubt where she was any longer. The unique hexagonal pattern of the opera house, as well as the longer than normal orchestra section, was unique to one location. Isabelle did not even need to glimpse at the musicians' notebooks to confirm, but confirm she did nevertheless. It was the Johannesburg Ballet - more commonly known as Joburg, a gem on the southern point of Africa. 'Fitting that I ended up here,' Isabelle thought, 'La Traviata has made a resurgence in this theater.' Isabelle did not have long to dwell, however, as the music started, and her feet began moving, Isabelle glided from side to side with her glissades, greeting her numerous guests at each side of the stage. First, the twins, a pair of uppity sisters who have had everything served on a silver platter - A demi-plie into pirouette of course.....'wait, that looked like....Dani and Lola?' There was no time to think, however, as Isabelle's movements took her across the stage to a mother and daughter, recent additions to the royal family, by way of the King's second cousin of course - coupe, passe, good evening to you! Isabelle softened her gaze to greet the young child, but......'that looks like Becky.....and that looks like Jess!' Isabelle's shock, however, did not thwart her performance, as she moved from guest to guest, dancing, greeting, hosting. Isabelle continued through her routine, seeing familiar faces wherever she went. Seeing Lola and Dani wasn't shocking - first, they were dancers, so it would make sense they were there. Isabelle was even unfazed when she greeted the 'Travaita Trio' as they were known in the ballet, a group of women that seemingly were being played by Mel, Ras, and Natalie, as they were likewise dancers. But seeing Jess? and Becky? 'And I swear I saw mom at one point!' It was very odd, Isabelle thought, but it did not deter her from dancing. Isabelle dazzled, shined, and amazed. She lept, turned, spun, and gracefully slide from side to side, welcoming her wonderful guests, perfecting her facial expression for each. Finally, there was but one guest left to welcome - Alfredo - who Isabelle knew would enter stage left, and so spun her way over there, intent to meet his gaze, only to find... ... Only to find it was Avery staring back. He was dressed in 19th century garb, no doubt. But it was him. 'And he kind of looks good dressed like this.' Isabelle had intended to offer a face of love, of joy, or pure sentiment. But upon seeing him, Isabelle felt an incontrollable anger rise in her. 'He betrayed your trust Isabelle. He told on you.' It took everything Isabelle had in herself to overcome that vile emotion building in her, and continue her act. But she managed. And as she greeted Avery - 'I mean Alfredo,' the music slowly cut out. What happened next, was not shocking in concept, but as always, mesmerizing to observe. The guests, with aw-struck faces on, slowly blew away with the wind. The high ceilings slowly lowered, and as they did, the hexagonal shaped balconies, the rows of seats, and the orchestra below Isabelle, likewise dissipated into nothingness. The pristine wooden floors, shrunk and collapsed under feet, folding into itself, and revealing the chips in the floor in studio B. The mirror and barre returned, as did her classmates, and finally, as did Ms. Appleby. "Very good Ms. Ward. Now take a seat. We're going to discuss some of the finer points of Ms. Ward's performance, particularly her facial expressions and how she modified them for each group of guests. Everyone take some mental notes as I walk you through this." **** Isabelle had just changed out of her ballet clothes in the locker room, slipping on her floral dress and was making her way toward the bathroom. On her way, she was interrupted, however, by a grab from behind. It was of course, Mel, holding her back. "Belly! I heard you did great. Apparently Ms. Appleby used your performance as the model. Amazing job!" Mel offered the praise with the utmost joy and excitement, which Isabelle loved. It was another lonely morning in class without her friends, particularly today, where Isabelle spent most of the morning sitting all alone, watching others dance, and other groups of dancers congregate and watch together. "Thanks Mel. I need to uh -" "Nonsense," Mel cut her off, waving her hand in front of Isabelle. "You don't need to do anything. You need to come to lunch with me now." Mel said, as she took Isabelle by the hand, and started pulling her toward the cafeteria. Isabelle hardly had enough time to grab her bags on the way out, as Mel dragged Isabelle out the door. Isabelle waited in line with Mel for food, feeling a far more urgent need to pee. She wished she had gone during class now, and the lunch line was not particularly short. Isabelle did her best to make slow, purposeful, limited, and controlled movements, but her need was growing, and Mel was bouncing all around her. It served as a welcome distraction, and Isabelle decided to pay attention to her friend she missed rather than her bladder. After what felt as though it took forever, Isabelle had her tuna sandwich, a big soda, and tater tots on her tray, and followed Mel to their usual table where Ras and Natalie were already seated. Isabelle put her tray down and stood by the table for a moment before sitting down. 'There was something I needed to do......' "Belly! We heard you did awesome. Sit down already!" Ras enthusiastically shouted at her. Isabelle did as she was instructed, and snapped out of her own thoughts. Isabelle smiled back at her friend, and just nodded, before lifting up her sandwich and biting into it. "Ya - great job Belly!" Natalie added. Isabelle couldn't help but be reminded at how her friends were so kind - and also at how they had actually been dancing with her, at least in some way, in that classroom earlier that day - or wherever the hell she really had been. Lunch proceeded as it usually did, and the girls all ate, giggled, and chatted away about their thoughts for the week. As Isabelle chomped down on her last tater tot, she remembered what she had forgotten. And the memory returned in a very uncomfortable manner. Her bladder was aching to be released. Isabelle knew this feeling - she had felt it this past Saturday at Jess's while in the laundry room. It wasn't a reminder that it was now or never. No - that time had passed. It was that feeling that if she even stood up, she would start to pee. Isabelle's expression turned from one of joy, to one of complete misery and shock. 'How the hell did this happen?! How is it that I forgot I needed to go, if I needed to go THIS badly?!?!' Isabelle couldn't believe that it had come to this. 'At least this past weekend I knew I had to go for a little bit.....but just didn't. This........this...came out of nowhere.' Isabelle knew that was not completely true. She knew she needed to go in class. And she tried to go after she had changed in class. She also knew in the lunch line that she had to go as well.....'and I guess I knew right before I was going to sit down.....But that was it! This came out of nowhere, other than that!' In truth, the urgency had exponentially grown at a rate Isabelle could not have anticipated. But Isabelle knew that she was, at least in part, lying to herself. "We have to go to the library to get some things for an assignment" Natalie said, referring to herself and Ras. "Well see you in class later Mel. Belly, see you later." Isabelle waved to her friends as they departed, her mind now focused entirely on not peeing. 'I'll just wait until everyone leaves,' Isabelle thought, 'and then make a run for it.' It would have to work, Isabelle thought, as she pinched her thighs together, and sat quietly as Mel chatted away. The school bell indicating that middle school lunch was over rang, and with it, Mel stood up. "Coming Belly?" Isabelle did not respond. In the mere minute or two since Natalie and Ras left, her need to go had reached maximum panic. There was no way she was going to make it. Isabelle was in pain, scrunching her face, and pressing her legs desperately together. Her only hope was that she was still living in another reality, much like she had dancing this morning. But Isabelle knew that wasn't the case. She knew she was in big trouble, as her feet bounced underneath her. Mel apparently picked up on her discomfort, shifting from her chair to come to sit on the one directly next to Isabelle. The room had basically emptied at this point, with nearly everyone other than Isabelle and Mel having left to go to class. "Belly - are you okay? you don't look so good? Can I help?" Mel asked, as she started to rub Isabelle's back. Mel's back rub had two consequences; one intended, one unintended. The first, likely the intended consequence, was it put Isabelle at ease, if only for just a minute. Isabelle felt comforted by her friend's touch, her hand on her back, Mel's showing of comfort and compassion, of love and friendship. She had missed having her close by the last two days more than she cared to admit. Mel had, in many ways, made up for a big part of the daily loss of Dani and Lola. The second, unintended consequence, was that it put Isabelle as ease, if only for just a minute. By the time Mel had shifted over to sit by Isabelle, Isabelle had all but accepted the inevitable - she was going to have an accident. The second Mel's hand touched her back, Isabelle knew the battle was over. Her eyes had been welling up for a minute by that point, and as Mel began to run her hand from side to side, a single tear streaked down Isabelle's cheek, and the walls to the dam broke. Isabelle felt as her pee started to slowly trickle out into her underwear. Isabelle would never admit it to anyone, but the first feeling was relief, relief at no longer holding her pee in anymore. Isabelle felt as the warm liquid, expanded out from her spreading across her crotch, wrapping itself around her underwear entirely. Isabelle felt as her pee broke through her cotton panties, and spread to her floral dress, running down between her butt crack underneath her. Isabelle felt her pee press against her legs, before being sopped up by other parts of her dress all around her. Isabelle felt her pee puncture the dress, and spread to the plastic seat underneath her, spreading even further away from her and being inhaled by other parts of her dress as well. Isabelle felt all the pee leave her, and yet stay with her in another way. Isabelle started bawling her eyes out, as Mel quickly identified what the issue was. Mel could have done a lot of things in that moment - recoiling probably the most intuitive. But all she did was pull her friend closer, hug her, hold her, as Isabelle finished peeing herself at school, in the middle of the cafeteria. "Oh god....Belly! What happened? Are you okay? How did this happen?" Mel asked again. Isabelle thought it was a fair question, and did everything she could to pull herself together, trying to handle the situation with even a shred of maturity that she obviously lacked all together. "I.......I.......Don't........I dunnno....." Isabelle cried, doing her best to take breaths and calm herself down. "...it.....came......came out of nowhere.......I..........I didn't realize.....and then I couldn't get up...........IM SO SORRY!" Isabelle nearly shouted, as she did not move an inch, and resigned herself to her ultimate fate. But disaster never struck. Her friends arms never left her. And by the time Isabelle managed to pick her head up, she was not alone. No, she saw her friend smiling at her, with a face that read very simply: 'I'm here for you.' Mel jumped into action before Isabelle had time to even come up with a plan. "You stay here for 2 minutes," Mel started, standing up and yelling back, "I'll be right back." Isabelle took the time to assess the damage she had done to her clothing. Isabelle could still feel that her panties were completely soaked. Indeed, they were still warm. Isabelle decided to lift her butt ever so slightly, feeling the cooler, wet dress underneath her. Based on what she could tell, the back of the dress was ruined - it would be impossible to clean it up. But, there didn't seem to be much pee left in her seat. Mel returned moments later with a roll of paper towels. "Belly, you just need to get up for a minute, while I wipe down the seat. Just go stand over by the wall with your back to it, so no one sees your dress." Isabelle did as she was instructed, without raising a single question to her friend, moving purposefully toward a nearby wall and turning her back immediately. Isabelle peered up at the clock - 'It would be about 9 minutes before high school lunch started. They needed to move quickly.' Isabelle didn't want to think what her life would be like if the high schoolers walked in and saw some stupid pants peeing middle schooler. Mel, meanwhile, worked diligently to clean the plastic seat Isabelle had been on, as well as the floor surrounding it, where a little pee had fallen off. 'Boy, she really had a full tank,' Mel thought to herself, as she quickly and efficiently cleaned up the pee. "Isabelle, I'm all done here," Mel called back to her friend, who Mel could see was still weeping. 'Poor girl.....already having a tough time in her grade...' Mel went over to Isabelle, and set the paper towels down on the side of the cafeteria, without any intent to return them. "Okay Belly. Let's move quick, ya? We're already late for class but......We'll just say you had your first period. And that you didn't know what to do? That'll also explain why you had to change! But let's get to the locker rooms fast, before high schoolers are crowding the halls." Isabelle stared at her friend in disbelief. It was a decent plan, at least good enough to be a passable excuse for being late. If anyone cared to examine her dress, well, it would be fairly obvious her first period didn't result in her bleeding out to death. But who would do that? Isabelle nodded. Before moving, Isabelle looked down and saw that Mel had her arm extended. Isabelle froze at first. 'Why would this girl still be reaching out to hold my hand? I just peed in the cafeteria. I'm gross. But here she is, smiling at me, wanting to be with me still.....' Isabelle knew the answer, she just couldn't come to terms with it in that moment. Isabelle took Mel's hand, with one arm, her bags with her other. and off the two went through the halls to the locker rooms, avoiding anyone and everyone. It was a miracle, the more each of them thought about it, as they rounded the last corner into the locker rooms, pushing the door open, and.. ... Coming face to face with someone they didn't expect. Isabelle had been behind Mel, and didn't see who it was at first. All she knew was that her heart sank - they would be caught. And once one person knew at Higgins, the rumor - 'well, the fact,' Isabelle admitted - would spread. But something interesting happened. Mel stopped only briefly, before she pulled Isabelle into the lockers, despite the presence of someone else there. Isabelle wanted to scream, wanted to yell at her friend, but she couldn't. She just needed to trust her. Isabelle went into the locker room and saw who it was that was there, thankfully alone. It was Lola. Isabelle, still in tears, was not sure why, but having Lola there made the whole situation a little better. 'It should feel worse,' Isabelle thought, 'what kind of person wants their friend to know they wet their pants, or in this case dress?' But Isabelle didn't care if Lola knew. Isabelle only wanted her there. Mel had made a similar assessment upon seeing Lola. 'Shit.....there won't be any avoiding this though. Lola is cool - she'll help.' Mel made a gut call and pulled Isabelle in, and immediately started to explain. "Hey Lola - look, Isabelle had a..uh.....a freak accident. And she kind of *whispering* peed on her dress. We're just going to get her changed quickly. Can you please make sure no one comes in?!" Isabelle waited for the worst. But again, it never came. Lola simply offered a smile to Isabelle, "Oyshh.....poor girl. Yes. Of course. Go rinse off quickly sweetie. I'll make sure no one comes in." Isabelle wanted to completely break down at that point. But there was no time. She was already extremely late for class. Isabelle ran to the showers, kicking off her shoes and socks, and pulling her dress over her head. As she did, Isabelle could feel the cool, wet backside of the dress run against her back. Isabelle deftly moved the dress around her hair so as to not get pee on it, as she pulled the curtain back on the shower. Finally, Isabelle pulled her soaking wet panties off, tossing them to the side. Isabelle tied her hair up, and turned the water on. Isabelle didn't wait for warm water to come out, immediately washing her legs, thighs, vagina, crotch, and butt with soap. Isabelle had to run her hands along her back to, cleaning up where the wet dress had run along, and being careful to keep her hair dry. As the water barely started to warm, Isabelle had already rinsed, and was out on the bamboo slats, drying herself with a towel Mel had placed there for her. Isabelle rapidly dried herself, before wrapping the towel around her and stepping out. Isabelle found Mel and Lola in the locker row where Isabelle had left her bags. Mel had kindly collected Isabelle's discarded clothes, and had taken a black garbage bag to put them in. "Well leave these in here for you to get after class," Mel said, motioning toward a locker, and putting Isabelle's things in. "The only thing is.....your shoes got kind of wet when you kicked them off. Its not pee, I don't think, but I don't think you'll be comfortable wearing them." Isabelle was humiliated - not because her shoes were wet, but because her friend had needed to check what had wet them. Lola took the opportunity to share her contribution. "You can just wear your ballet slippers Izzy. Wear all your ballet clothes. And you can take this zip up hoody from me to wear over it. No one will think anything of it," Lola said, reaching out and handing Isabelle the hoodie. Isabelle had managed to stop crying by this point, but her face was very swollen. Isabelle was eternally grateful for all the work her friends had done. "Thanks guys.....I uh......don't know what I would have done without you." There was no time for modesty, despite Isabelle being self conscious about her current figure. Isabelle dropped her towel, standing naked in front of her friends, and pulled on her tights from the morning, before pulling her leotard on. Isabelle inserted her feet into her ballet slippers, feeling the comfort her friends had offered her spread and echo through her body. Isabelle then pulled on the hoodie, which fell down to her knees, and rolled the sleves up before zipping it shut. 'Just bring it to me on Friday, nothing to worry about Izzy." Lola said. "Now you two need to get to class, or you'll be in a world of hurt," Lola said, as she left the locker room at the sound of the high school lunch bell, leaving Mel and Isabelle alone. Isabelle didn't have anything left to say. She just threw her arms around Mel, and hugged her tightly, refusing to let go. **** Isabelle sat silently as she ate dinner with her mom. The afternoon had been a whirlwind. Isabelle had arrived at class, very late, but obviously having been crying. Her math teacher thought better to embarrass her in front of the whole class, and so didn't draw attention to it. But Isabelle was forced to stay after class and explain herself, sticking with the period story, which - credit to Mel - worked. Classes had, that afternoon, been exceptionally challenging again. Isabelle was thankful for when they ended, and ran out of last period in search of Mel. Isabelle was feeling vulnerable again, and wanted to be with her friend. Unfortunately, Mel was nowhere to be seen. She did leave a note for Isabelle in the locker room with her stuff that made Isabelle smile nonetheless. 'Mel is a great friend.' When Isabelle found her mom's car, she confessed everything to her. She needed to tell someone, and, to be fair, it would be impossible to explain why she was in her ballet clothes, and the state of her dress. Isabelle. Her mother had been really sweet about it. "Oh baby! It's okay. That must have been awful. What a great friend Mel is. So responsible! I'm so sorry you had to go through that. Let's get you home." Isabelle was glad she had told her mom. The consequences otherwise might have been drastic. So Isabelle took the opportunity to confess her other shame. "Mom.....I uh.......I also lost my phone. I can't find it anywhere....I'm really sorry." Jane's reaction to that remark, however, was a little more confusing. "What phone sweetie? All the house phones are in their place. Don't worry about it." "No mom.....my cell phone." "Isabelle," Jane said, sighing, "I know you had a rough day, but we've spoken about this. You don't need a cell phone yet. You're too young. And I know some of your friends have them - but you're always together. If you need a phone, like for something that happened today, you can always ask Mel for hers. She didn't have a phone at your age, I'm sure of that." 'What the heck?' Isabelle thought...'Mom doesn't think I have a phone.....' Isabelle didn't have time to ponder. As soon as they pulled up to the house, Isabelle opened the door to the backseat, and went to the trunk to get her things, following her mom up the stairs to her house. "Please take your wet clothes downstairs baby. I'll do the wash later." Isabelle did as she was told. Isabelle spent the next hour watching TV in the basement. She had planned to do more work on her investigation, but her energy was completely sapped. After her mom finished cooking, the two ate together, Jane working tirelessly to cheer her daughter up. "Why don't I clean up here, and you go get ready for bed, sweetie? Then we can get into my bed together and watch a movie. How does that sound?" Jane proposed. In truth, it sounded wonderful, so Isabelle did exactly that. Isabelle pushed her plate away from her, and climbed the stairs to her bedroom, leaving the door opened behind her. Isabelle unzipped Lola's hoodie, setting it aside, before sitting on her bed and taking her ballet slippers off for the first time since she changed. Isabelle pulled her leotard off, and her tights down, throwing them into her laundry basket. Isabelle made her way over to her dresser, immediately opening the top drawer and pulling a sweetnight out - this one pink, purple, and with stars on the front - slipping it over her feet, and pulling it up to her waist. Isabelle then opened her pajama drawer, pulling out an aqua colored nightgown, and pulling it over her head. Isabelle then went over to her bed, grabbed Rabbity, holding him by his arm, before leaving her room. Isabelle sat Rabbity down on the toilet seat, making her way to the sink to brush her teeth. Isabelle couldn't help but notice the tear streaks still visible on her puffy freckled cheeks, looking down at the sink in order to avoid the sight of herself. Isabelle rinsed her mouth, set her toothbrush down, and picked up Rabbity from the toilet, heading to her mom's room. Jane was already on the bed waiting for Isabelle. "Hey sweetie. Come on up here. I found something for us to watch." Isabelle didn't need to be asked twice, jumping up next to her mom, and pulling the covers over her. As Isabelle pressed her knees against her chest in order to get the comforter free from underneath her, she mindlessly revealed her sweetnight to the world - in this case just her mom, who smiled at the sight of it. Isabelle snuggled up against her mom and Rabbity, who started the movie. The movie - Inquisitive Monkey - was about a pair of investigators; one man in a blue hat and matching blue outfit, and his partner - an inquisitive monkey - who solved problems together. 'It was funny,' Isabelle thought, and it put a smile on her face, as she finally calmed down from the afternoon laying with her mom. Isabelle was growing tired about halfway through the movie, when the urge to pee hit her. Isabelle was comfortable, tired, and didn't want to get up. But she knew she needed to. ... But then again, Isabelle also knew she didn't. Isabelle knew she was wearing her sweetnight. 'It's only for when I'm asleep,' Isabelle thought to herself, as she yawned deeply and watched the monkey drop down a manhole and turn on a flashlight. 'But I'm already in bed, and comfy' Isabelle pondered. "And If I wanted to, I could fall asleep right now...which basically means I'm already asleep.' Isabelle continued to reason. Isabelle adjusted herself closer into her mom's body. As she did, Jane began to stroke Isabelle's arm, as Isabelle continued to watch the movie. "I've woken up wet the last two mornings anyway," Isabelle thought to herself, watching the monkey accidentally step into sewer water, garnering a laugh from her. 'I guess it doesn't really make a difference.....' Isabelle diverted her gaze from the TV up to her mom, who she could see was focused on the TV. Isabelle stared at her mom for a minute, catching her attention. Jane turned to her daughter, who Jane could see was starring at her, sleepy-eyed, and vulnerable. Jane simply pulled her daughter in closer, wrapping her arm around Isabelle's back, Isabelle's body pressed against Jane, with her left knee hanging over her mom. Jane shut her bedside lamp, and adjusted herself lower on to her own pillow. Isabelle wasn't sure what she was hoping for when she turned to stare at her mom. Was it acceptance? permission? direction to get up? Whatever it was, Isabelle's heart was racing, debating internally as to what she should do. But as soon as her mom pulled her in and turned the light out, Isabelle felt understood. In that moment, as her mom held her close, as Isabelle turned her gaze back to the TV to watch the movie, Isabelle started to pee, willingly, without hesitation, and without concern, into her sweetnight. Isabelle felt relief as she peed, without shame, without embarrassment. It was the same relief she would have felt peeing in the toilet. Isabelle could feel her sweetnight absorb her pee, soaking it up, and expanding front to back. It felt safe, secure, and quite honestly, 'it feels nice,' Isabelle thought. As she peed, her mom started to gently pat her back. Isabelle wondered if her mom knew what she was doing. But she didn't wonder long, as Isabelle fell asleep shortly after in her mother's arms. 8 Link to comment
diaper24/7 Posted May 15, 2023 Share Posted May 15, 2023 This is very good story with how the regression taking place over time. 1 Link to comment
Kahlez Posted May 15, 2023 Share Posted May 15, 2023 6 hours ago, Olympiczero said: You can just wear your ballet slippers Izzy Yeah that probably was the last straw and we can say bye bye 6th grade. Given the rest of the day the real question is more like are we talking loosing 1,2 or maybe even more years. I guess 2 lets see 1 Link to comment
FloridaKid Posted May 15, 2023 Share Posted May 15, 2023 Looks like elementary school in the very near future. I like Izzy’s gradual acceptance of what’s happening, which now seems to be keeping pace with her regression. Very good story, indeed. 1 Link to comment
Olympiczero Posted May 16, 2023 Author Share Posted May 16, 2023 The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 28 Isabelle felt her body rustling. She was disoriented, and for the most part, still sleeping. She was cold all of the sudden though, and used her arms to search for the comforter, but couldn't find it. But she found a different warmth - her mothers touch. Even in her disorientation, her sleep, Isabelle could feel her mother's warm hands, her comforting touch, adjusting Isabelle's nightgown, and sliding her hands up her legs. Isabelle felt her mom grasp something on her sides, and pull it down her legs, Isabelle lifting her butt to accommodate her mom. "Good girl....." Isabelle heard her mom whisper. A few seconds, or minutes later, Isabelle could feel her mom slipping something else up her legs this time, once more accommodating her mom by lifting her butt. Before she knew it, Isabelle had found the covers again, and was lights out again until morning, no memory of any part of what happened. **** Isabelle slowly opened her eyes the next morning. She could feel that she was not in her bed, but knew where she was. 'I must have fallen asleep here last night, with mom' Isabelle concluded, without specifically remembering any part of the night prior. Isabelle felt the warm sunshine against the left side of her face. As it his her, Isabelle felt it make contact with some stickiness along her mouth and down her cheek, from drooling the night prior. Isabelle paid no mind, blinking her eyes to welcome the morning sun into her life. Isabelle pulled the comforters up, wrapping her body in them once more, and turning to her side to find her mom. As she did, Isabelle could feel the full weight of her sweetnight beneath her, soaked from her pee. 'That's what I get for peeing during the movie I suppose,' Isabelle thought, without any idea that the contents she was feeling were from her second, rather than first, sweetnight of the evening. Isabelle was sad that her mom was not next to her, but her sadness did not last long. A moment later, Isabelle heard the latch on the bathroom door open, the door swing in, and her mom emerge in nothing but a towel. 'Good morning my angel," Jane said, making her way over to Isabelle, and sitting next to her on the bed. Isabelle shifted herself over to her mom so that her head was laying in Jane's lap, on top of her leg. Jane stroked her daughter's hair before moving her arm to rub Isabelle's back. Isabelle closed her eyes again as Jane did so. "No no no, we're getting up sweetie. I hope you slept well last night. I loved having you in mommy's bed!" Isabelle smiled. She had enjoyed it as well. She couldn't remember the last time she fell asleep in her mom's bed, but for some reason, it felt more recently than she believed. In any event, she had slept wonderfully. Without so much as Isabelle noticing, Jane's hand had traced its way to Isabelle's sweetnight, the front of which Jane now had cupped, and was bouncing, in her hand. "Someone soaked their sweetnights last night. I'm really not sure these are going to cut it just yet sweetie. We'll have to see about this. Why don't you go brush your teeth. I laid out some clothes for you here in mommy's room for you to get changed into for school." Isabelle didn't respond to her mom's remarks. It didn't feel necessary. 'Sure, yah, I wet my sweetnights. No big deal. I do every night now?' Isabelle thought to herself. 'I don't know why mom is making such a big deal about it. I'm not - I slept great!' Isabelle sat up and smiled at her mom. "Okay mom," and proceeded to get on her feet. Before she could so much as take a step, Isabelle better understood what her mom had meant - her sweetnight was so heavy it was practically pulling her down. 'I must have really had to go last night,' Isabelle concluded. 'No big deal.' Isabelle shifted her way toward her bathroom, feeling the weight of her sweetnight with every step. For that reason, the walk to the bathroom felt oddly longer. Isabelle pushed the door open to the bathroom, turning toward the sink, and reaching for her toothbrush. It took her two attempts to grasp it, but finally, she pulled it back, and put toothpaste on the brush. Isabelle had to reach again to turn the faucet on, before wetting it, and brushing her teeth. Isabelle left the bathroom, returning to her mom's room, where she found her mom getting dressed for work. Isabelle watched as her mom finished hooking her bra, before reaching for her skirt, bending over to in order to step into it and pull it up above her waist. Isabelle smiled at her mom. Isabelle had always thought her mom was really pretty; smooth skin, nice blonde hair like her own, and pretty green eyes too. Her mother had always maintained a nice figure, despite rarely having the time to work hard at it. Isabelle had always held out hope that she might develop a figure like her mom's as she grew up, but never quite matched her mom's bust size. "Come in and get changed sweetie. We're going to be late." Isabelle saw where her mom had laid out a pair of pink leggings, panties, white socks, and grey shirt with a star for her on her bed. Isabelle looked at the clothes inquisitively, before turning to her mom "Mom - I need my ballet clothes for the morning. I can't go to school in these." Jane turned to her daughter as she grabbed a shirt from her closet, "Isabelle. I don't have time to do this. You don't have ballet until next week. Now please put your clothes on. We are going to be late. Please be a good girl," Jane asked pleadingly, as she slipped her arms into her shirt. 'I can do that,' Isabelle thought, though she wasn't sure why dance was off until next week. Isabelle went over to the clothes, and started to pull her nightgown off, when she felt it was grabbed by her mother as well, who eased it off over her head. Isabelle took over her soaking sweetnight, letting it fall to the floor before grabbing the pair of white panties her mom had pulled out for her, and pulling them on. Isabelle grabbed the pink leggings, and, proceeding to sit on the floor, worked to pull them up over her, before putting on her white socks. Isabelle stood up, and put her shirt on over her head, and gave her mom a big smile, proud of the work she did. "All dressed mom!" "Great job!" Jane responded, as she tucker her button down shirt into her pants, "now go downstairs and wait for me. I'll make you breakfast." Isabelle nodded, and made her way toward the staircase, reaching up to grab the banister as she made her way down to the front door. Isabelle stopped to open the door, pulling it, and grabbing the newspaper outside, as she heard her mom chuckle and make her way down the stairs. Isabelle took the newspaper with her to the counter, where she climbed up on a stool, and waited for her mom to make her breakfast. Isabelle opened the newspaper, feeling energized to play a game. She flipped through the sections of thew newspaper until she came upon the games. Moving past the crossword, and some other odd game with boxes and numbers, Isabelle found the I-Spy game she was looking for, and started working to spot any differences in the classroom picture. After about 5 minutes, Isabelle spotted her first one, circling it, as her mom came and put a bowl of cereal and some toast with jam on it in front of her, taking the newspaper away. "Eat sweetie. Quickly please." Isabelle did as she was told, thankful for the extra toast and jam that morning. "hmmmmm strawberry. Thanks mom!" Isabelle said, as she proceeded to chow down her breakfast while Jane poured herself a cup of coffee. Isabelle continued to eat away, before chugging down her glass of milk, wiping her mouth with her forearm. "Ahhhh," Isabelle said, before pulling the newspaper back and starting her game again. Jane, however, interrupted. "Not today Isabelle. Now please go upstairs and use the toilet before we go to school. Okay? And I want you to try and remember to go as often as you can today at school. We don't want you to have another accident - I'm just trying to help," Jane said, in an effort to stave off the embarrassment. 'Mom is right, of course,' Isabelle thought, feeling grateful that her mom was simply looking out for her. 'In any event, I do kind of have to go,' Isabelle admitted, before offering an "Okay" to her mom, pushing herself back, and jumping down from the stool. Isabelle proceeded to run up to the bathroom, closing the door behind her, while Jane tidied the kitchen. Isabelle lifted the toilet seat up, before lifting herself on to the seat, her feet dangling just above the floor. A stream of pee started almost immediately, and Isabelle relaxed as she sat there. Feeling the need to poop as well, Isabelle encouraged her system along, pushing her poop out into the toilet, before reaching for toilet paper to wipe herself thoroughly. Isabelle dropped the paper into the toilet, before flushing, and washing her hands. Isabelle made her way downstairs, where she found her backpack was already packed for her, and followed her mom out into the car. Isabelle made her way directly into the back seat of the car, sitting behind the passenger seat so she could better see her mom. 'Mom looks cute today,' Isabelle thought, as Jane backed the car out into the street, and started taking off toward Higgins. Isabelle buckled her seatbelt, and sat upright so she could peek out the window as they drove to school. Isabelle spent most of the ride responding to her mom's questions: "Yes, I'm excited for school today," "Yes' I am going to learn something new today," "The class I'm most excited about today is math," "No, I don't know who I am going to eat lunch with today," and finally, "Yes, I'll wait for you in the library after school." Isabelle was largely distracted by her mom's onslaught of questions, but also distracted because she already needed to go to the bathroom again! 'Almost at school - no problem.' Isabelle felt as her mom's SUV hit the incline toward Higgins, and started puttering its way up the hill toward school. Isabelle unbuckled her seatbelt as she felt her mom's car inch over the top of the hill, before re-accelerating. Isabelle looked out the window as they passed the high school entrance, and watched as her mom continued along the road toward the back of the school, passing right by the middle school turn off as well. .. .. 'WHAT THE HELL?!?!' Isabelle thought. 'Is mom on drugs or something?!' Isabelle couldn't understand why her mm missed the entrance, especially if they were in a rush as she so claimed. Jane, however, didn't even seem to notice, as the car drove past the outdoor recreation fields, past the sculpture garden, and past the administrative buildings for the teachers. Isabelle couldn't understand it. Isabelle shifted up to the edge of her seat, and her heart started to race. "MOM! You missed the turn. Turn around!" Isabelle shouted at her mom, without thinking. "Young lady. Sit back down this INSTANT. And buckle up! You know better than that, you aren't a toddler! Now. Before I pull the car over. And don't you raise your voice at me like that. What has gotten in to you?!" Isabelle, startled by her mother's sharp tongue, immediately shifted to the back of her seat, and buckled her seatbelt again. Isabelle was angry at her mom for missing the turn off, but now, she was angrier that her mom yelled at her. 'I didn't do anything wrong,' Isabelle thought. 'Had mom made the right turn, my seatbelt would have been off at the right time.' Isabelle was stewing in her seat, but did her best to speak to her mom in a more controlled manner, as Jane continued past the school playground, rounding a turn to the left. "Mom. You missed the turn though. The entrance is way back there." Jane didn't even turn around. She simply finished the rounded turn, and pulled into a line behind several other cars with kids getting out. "Nonsense Isabelle. You're normally so good with the directions. We're exactly where we are supposed to be. Now have a great day, okay? And I better not hear that you've spoken to any of your teachers with that mouth!" Isabelle was frozen in her seat. She couldn't move. She wouldn't move. 'This. Cannot. Be. Happening.' Isabelle though to herself, as the milliseconds passing by felt like hours. Hours of stress. Hours of pain. Hours of suffering. Isabelle felt as the sun - the same sun that warmed her cheek that morning - send an icy chill from her cheek, down her spine. One terrible realization, terribly notion, terrible thought, took over her mind; 'It has happened. It's happened again.' The worst part? 'I didn't even notice.' Isabelle managed to turn her head to her right. In reality, it had only been seconds, but it felt as though lifetimes had passed. Jane had used that vital time to inch up in the carpool lane, to the point where she was now pulling into a drop off spot in front of the school. As Isabelle shifted her gaze slowly to her right, Isabelle's eyes were met with a giant sign pressed against the front of the brick building: HIGGINS ELEMENTARY Isabelle needed to put a stop to this. Her mother was dropping her off at ELEMENTARY SCHOOL for gods sake. She wasn't a kid. She was an adult. Isabelle was not sure what compelled her, what took over her mind, her body, her very soul. But whatever it was, it had decided to draw a line in the sand. "No." It was one single word. It carried a lot of meaning, a lot of power, and even more ferocity. "Absolutely not." Isabelle staked her position. If she could have reached the floor of the car, she would have stomped her foot. Instead, she simply crossed her arms, sat back, huffed, and repeated herself one more time. "No. No. No no no no no no no. NOOOO!!" That time, Isabelle yelled. And she regretted instantly. Jane didn't scream at her daughter. Jane didn't react. Jane didn't allow Isabelle to get the best of her. How could she? It was her daughter - and she was just a child. But Jane did need to take a moment to control herself, gripping the steering wheel very tightly with two hands, and releasing as much anger as she could into the faux leather that covered the steering mechanism instead of toward her daughter. Jane turned, deliberately slowly, without lifting a hand, a finger, or even a point of contact from the wheel. Isabelle wasn't even sure a single muscle in her mom's body other than her neck moved, as her head rotated on a pivot to look back at little Isabelle, arms crossed, slouching, and huffing in the back seat of the car. There was a moment of silence that could have caused the planet to crack in the air. And then Jane spoke, slowly, purposefully, enunciating every syllable of her sentence with power. "Isabelle. Marie. You have five....five seconds when I end this sentence to take your bag and get out of this car. This. Attitude. Is NOT okay. You were raised better. You know better. You are going to get up. Without one. More. Word. You are going to behave at school today. In fact. You are going to be a perfect angel at school today. You are going to wait in the library for me after school today where you will continue to be a perfect angel. And when I pick you up. You. Better. Have ready. The most. SINCERE. Apology ready for this conduct. I love you dearly. I hope you have a great day. Your time starts now." Isabelle was shaken to her core. If her mother had counted to one, Isabelle did not hear it; she was out of the car faster than she'd ever moved in her life, no matter what age you evaluated it at. Isabelle wasn't sure she hadn't leapt out of the window, to be honest. All she did know was, an instant later, she was standing in front of the entrance to Higgins Elementary, feeling incredibly guilty about how she had spoken to her mother, terrified that she had, apparently, gotten younger again, and most significantly at that moment, really needing to go to the bathroom. And so Isabelle did the only appropriate thing someone in her position could do: she walked into elementary school, and turned into the first bathroom she found to have a pee. Unlike the middle and high school building, which was essentially the same, but with classes sectioned off for the various grades, the Higgins elementary school was its own building, which sat on the other side of all the athletic fields, arts fields, recreation buildings, and administrative buildings that were often shared between all three schools. The elementary school boasted one of the top educational and arts programs in the states, and very often, kids who possessed no interest in pursuing the arts went to Higgins elementary in order to vault themselves up into another preparatory or private school outside of the Higgins system. The interior of the building was immaculate, with clean floors, new lockers lining the walls, and intricate, colorful designs playfully flowing along the walls. Isabelle made her way into the front entrance, where she was confronted with a number of other kids who, for the most part were about her size. If Isabelle had been being honest, she would have confessed that most were quite a bit bigger than she was - even the girls. But Isabelle was in no mood for honesty. Isabelle was in the mood to pee. So Isabelle made her way down the hall and into the first girls' bathroom, closing a stall behind her and hanging her bag easily on the hook on the back of the door. It occurred to Isabelle for the first time, as she lowered her leggings and panties, that the hook had been the first easy thing to reach all morning. That prompted Isabelle to take her time sitting on the toilet to reflect on her morning. Isabelle though about how far the bathroom had felt, and the force she needed to use to open the door. Isabelle reminisced on the difficulty of reaching for her toothbrush, her toothpaste, the faucet. Isabelle recalled how her mother had set her clothes out for her, and how hard the I-Spy was this morning 'even for a Monday!' Isabelle reflected on how she had to climb the kitchen stool and how she had to sit upright in the car to see out the window. Isabelle thought of it all, and what it might mean. 'Only one thing, of course, I've gotten smaller, possibly younger.' There remained, of course, the things Isabelle did not reflect on, and yet, even more things that she would come to reflect on, that might've help develop her conclusions. But she could not, and did not, yet come to those realizations. Isabelle did her best not to panic, as she sat on the toilet, having finished peeing some time ago. 'Deep breaths Isabelle. Deep breaths,' she told herself. 'This was always a possibility. Even if I didn't want to admit it.' Isabelle was proud in that moment of trying to match the acceptance of what happened, and continued taking deep breaths. 'You're okay. You've still got your mind. You still recognize this is an issue. And the plan has not changed. I've got to crack the conundrum.' Isabelle continued taking long, deep breaths, and was actually succeeding in slowing her heart rate. 'Just get to class. Find out how far back I've gone, and review notes...so I can develop the theories. It's okay.....It will be okay.' Isabelle, finally content to have talked herself down, wiped herself, and then flushed the toilet. Isabelle grabbed her bag, before stepping out to wash her hands, taking the opportunity to look at herself in the mirror. The girl starring back at her was one that felt so familiar, but at the same time, felt like a girl Isabelle had not seen in years - quite literally. The mirror reflected back an adorable eight-year-old girl with an infectious smile and a twinkle in her vibrant green eyes. Those eyes immediately traced their way to the girl's luscious locks, cascading down her face in soft waves, forming a beautiful mane of golden blonde hair that framed her cherubic face. The hair fell just below her shoulders, and had a colorful bow in the back Isabelle had no memory of ever putting in. Isabelle's eyes returned to her face, ensnared by the most captivating set of freckles, sprinkled like tiny stars across her button-like nose and rosy cheeks. The freckles brough out a certain youthful charm in the girl starring back at her, adding an element of whimsy to the girl's innocent visage. The freckles seemed to dance across the girl's face as she starred at her in the mirror, forming constellations and shapes that forced a smile across his soft, pink lips. The girl's green eyes sparkled with curiosity and determination, reflecting a natural sense of wonder and exploration. Isabelle saw a girl starring back at her that looked like she could do anything. Her eyes were framed by long lashes that fluttered like monarch butterflies when she blinked, adding an extra touch of innocence and grace to to the girl. Her eyes traced their way down to the girl's petite stature, slender and graceful. Her body, despite lacking shape and maturity, was strong and nimble; a perfect combination for a young aspiring ballerina. Isabelle could practically see the reflection of her dancing effortlessly, and silently bouncing in the mirror, prompting her smile to grow even further. Isabelle could not believe that this girl was in fact, her. Part of her missed this girl. Part of her had been sad to say goodbye to her. But another part, a part deep down inside of her, knew that something was amiss. Knew that she had already been this girl. Knew that it was time to be another girl. Isabelle was certain about one thing - the girl in the mirror would do everything she could to become the girl she was supposed to be. Isabelle turned away from the mirror, and walked out the door of the bathroom, ready to start her new adventure. ... Only to find that everyone had apparently gone to class. Isabelle was standing in the hallway, her backpack on her shoulders, without a clue where to go. So, Isabelle did the only thing she could think of, and headed in the direction of the main office, which, for some odd reason 'I know where that is!' Isabelle told herself, rounding a corner and walking down a hall to where she knew the office to be. Isabelle opened the door, and simply waited in the main area, in front of a desk with a young lady sitting behind it. The lady had been looking at her computer and didn't notice Isabelle, so Isabelle decided to assert herself. "Hello Miss. I.....uh........I can't find my classroom." Isabelle decided it was a fair enough excuse. No one would question a child. "Hey there Isabelle" the lady responded. "Still getting lost? That's okay! Happens all the time the first few years. And I've told you to call me Amber. None of this Miss nonsense! We are, after all, going to be dancing together next week!" Isabelle smiled as she watched the young girl stand up from behind the desk, and come out to the waiting area where she was standing. 'This girl cant be more than 25 years old,' Isabelle thought to herself, as she came up to Isabelle and bent down, so that her face was at the same level as Isabelle's. "Hi Amber. Sorry! Uhhhhh......yah. I uhhhh I was in the bathroom. And normally I follow the other kids to class. But...uh......I just got lost." Amber had a little chuckle before standing upright, and taking Isabelle's hand. "That's alright Isabelle. Let's go to Miss Jenny's classroom together. You'll pick up on it any day - I promise." Amber took Isabelle's hand, and opened the door behind her, as the two made their way down the hall in the opposite direction from where Isabelle had started. "So, I hear you're very excited to start dancing next week! I'm told you're quite the talented ballerina. I've already watched all your tapes that your mom submitted. You really are great! It's no wonder you're in the higher placement. I can't wait to work with you," Amber said. Isabelle smiled at the compliment, and thanked the nice young girl. Isabelle had no idea what this girl thought Isabelle's mom submitted, but it probably wasn't video of a high schooler or middle schooler auditioning for elementary school. Amber pulled Isabelle around a corner as they continued down the hall. As she did, Isabelle recalled how, in Higgins elementary, the arts specialties usually only started a month into school or so. It let the younger students get acclimated to class first, before adding the rigors. The classes were also typically divided into two placements; K-2 and 3-5, as there weren't enough dance specialists for those ages to break them down further. Based on what Amber was saying Isabelle was likely about to find herself in 4th or 5th grade. 'Not so bad,' Isabelle thought. Isabelle's temporary relief, however, was just that. Temporary. Suddenly, Amber stopped herself in front of a door, that was ornately decorated. on the glass panel, it read very simply: 🌻MISS JENNY...... ....but that was not all it read. 🌻MISS JENNY'S SECOND GRADE CLASS🌻 ... ... 'How on earth......I dropped four years?!?!!?!' Isabelle was shocked. 'That's the biggest fall yet.....how did......how did this happen.' Isabelle froze for a minute in front of the class. Suddenly Amber's remark made a whole lot more sense. 'When Amber had said it was 'no wonder you're in the higher placement,' she literally meant I was dancing ahead of my grade year.' There was no time to panic, as Amber had already opened the door to the classroom, prompting a lot of strange and curious faces to all stare at the door where Isabelle was standing. "Hi Miss Jenny," Amber said, turning to the class with a big smile, before turning back to the young, Chinese woman who was standing in front of the whiteboard at the front of the class. 'Presumably, that would be Miss Jenny,' Isabelle concluded. But Isabelle was more focused on all the little faces starring at her, instantly causing her to blush, and for some reason, stepping behind Amber where it felt safe. "I see you found my missing pupil," Jenny said with a warm, inviting voice, causing Isabelle to peer out from behind Amber. "Thanks. I had sent an email to your office to let you know I didn't see her this morning," Jenny carried on, ignoring Isabelle, "just ignore it. I don't want anyone reaching out to her mom." Isabelle didn't want that either. She had promised - albeit indirectly - to be on her best behavior at school today. She wasn't about to cause problems in her first hour. Amber waved goodbye to Jenny, and then Isabelle, and took off down the hall. Isabelle had still not moved at that point, trying to cope with the reality that she was, apparently, in second grade. "Well, Isabelle. Come on in! Class isn't the same without you. Go to your desk please." Jenny asked kindly, even though Isabelle knew the request was not exactly optional. Isabelle made her way in, and sat at the only empty desk. Isabelle didn't need to presume it was hers - every desk, including hers, had a decorate name plate that the kids - including Isabelle - had apparently decorated sometime in the first month of schools. Many of the other students' name tags were scribbly, and not very cute. Isabelle was oddly proud at her design, the colorful flowers exploding off the page as they ensnared her neatly drawn name. Based on a preliminary review, Isabelle determined that her name plate was the cutest. Isabelle sat down quietly, and did her best to simply fit in, and pay attention. The morning of classes went by without much fanfare. Isabelle found the classes, oddly enough, interesting, and challenging in a good way. It was fun to solve problems or answer questions that actually had a narrative to them. 'Who cares what an X is in math? Its not even a number?! These problems involve ice cream cones!' Isabelle even enjoyed when Miss Jenny shifted to the book they were reading in the mid-morning portion of class. Miss Jenny divided the class up into small groups, and Isabelle's group was apparently reading the first book in a fun series called "Cam Jansen," a smart fifth grader who uses her excellent memory to solve mysteries. It was Isabelle's turn in the group to stand up, and read aloud, and she did a pretty good job, 'If I do say so myself.' Miss Jenny even came by to tell her so! Isabelle also related to the character a lot; they were both trying to find themselves out of sticky situations. 'Though Cam's is quite literally, more sticky than mine, as it involves maple syrup!' Isabelle laughed to herself at her joke. Isabelle did feel a little awkward all morning, however. When her group had been done reading, the other three members - a boy named Harold, another boy named Kevin, and a girl named Jessica - all started talking and playing a game without Isabelle. 'They didn't even invite me!' Isabelle knew it wasn't a big deal - these were kids, and she didn't need to care about being excluded by kids - but the solitude only reminded her that she was still not with Dani and Lola, and now, not with Mel, Ras, and Natalie either. 'Still, I'm sure some friends will come find me. They did last time this happened. I just need to wait. Who knows? Maybe I'll even make some great friends like Mel again!' But Isabelle waited. And no one ever seemed to come up to her. Isabelle had hoped that during lunch time she might find out who her second grade friends were, but no one approached her after class. Isabelle thought that perhaps her friends were just in another second grade class, but even in the cafeteria as she looked around from line, she didn't spot anyone looking for her. 'This is odd...' Isabelle thought, 'I'm a great friend! Why is no one hanging out with me.' By the time Isabelle had gotten her food, she had still not been approached by anyone. Isabelle was pretty upset about the situation, and so when she spotted an empty seat at a table near where Miss Amber was standing, Isabelle practically skipped over to the spot, sitting down at the partially full table. "Hi Miss Amber!" Isabelle nearly shouted, as she sat down at the seat. Isabelle was actually excited for lunch today, so wasn't too caught up in the fact that she was eating by herself - she had pizza. 'Like Dani always said, 'If I need eight friends, I'll order a pizza.'' Isabelle chuckled to herself. 'Hey there Miss Isabelle," Amber responded, prompting a smile from Isabelle. "How was class this morning. Would it be okay if I sat with you?" Amber asked, garnering a nod from Isabelle as the dance teacher sat across from her. Slowly but surely, some other girls came and sat in the remaining empty seats at the table with Amber as well. 'She must be a popular teacher,' Isabelle thought. Not giving any of the other girls a chance to steal her new friend, Isabelle continued her conversation. "So what are we going to be working on in dance next week Miss Amber?" Isabelle asked, genuinely curious about what they would be doing. Not so curious, though, that seh was not about to take another bite out of her peperoni. The resulting chomp left some pizza grease on Isabelle's face, causing a laugh out of Amber. "That's a good question Isabelle," Amber started responding, before answering the question for more than a few of the new spectators. "For those of you in my class, we're going to be starting on more advanced ballet technique. You should already have your foundation down for positions, alignment, turnout, and proper body placement. We're going to take those skills and work on more complex skills in each area. From there, were going to do a lot of center work off the barre - no more security blanket in higher placement," Amber said teasingly, to which some of the girls were going pale from nerves. Isabelle was unconcerned, and was looking forward to her class. "Sounds fun!" was all Isabelle responded, as she returned to finishing her pizza and water. The conversation continued, with some of the other girls, now nervous, asking questions. Isabelle stayed for a while, but feeling a gurgle in her gut, decided to get up before lunch was over, and head over to the bathroom. Isabelle made her way into the bathroom, catching a glimpse of her pizza face in the mirror on her way in. Isabelle stopped to wipe it, before heading into the same stall, and taking the opportunity to pee and poop in the empty bathroom before class started. Isabelle made her way quickly back to Miss Jenny's class after, recalling the route from Miss Amber earlier that day. Isabelle's afternoon passed, unfortunately, much like her morning had. It was bittersweet. On the one hand, Miss Jenny made class really fun. Isabelle audibly laughed more than once - along with her classmates - as Miss Jenny worked through her lesson plan for the day. On the other hand, having a full school day without dance was a stark contrast to what she was used to. Isabelle's feet were itching to dance, and her body was not far behind. There was of course, another issue - Isabelle remained alone for much of the afternoon, not speaking with anyone. It was hard not having Dani and Lola here, harder yet not having Mel, but hardest feeling like she had no one. Isabelle was glad when the bell signaling the end of the day rang. On her way out, Isabelle waved aggressively toward Miss Jenny to say goodbye, and proceeded out of the class. Isabelle made her way up the hallway toward the main office, but didn't turn, instead proceeding to the elementary school library, the location of which she had identified earlier that day before lunch. Isabelle pushed her way in, and stood in line before the librarian's desk. 'Apparently we need to check in at this one,' Isabelle noted to herself, and waited in line until she was at the front. "OH Isabelle! Lookie who's here," the librarian with a long white beard and no hair on his head greeted her. Isabelle was happy to know, at least, no matter where she went, the librarians seemed to like her. "Checking in for late pickup Isabelle?" the man asked. Isabelle quickly deduced that, unlike middle or high school, the elementary school likely needed to keep better tabs on the students. 'Mom probably knew to send me here because this is some sort of after-school program,' Isabelle thought to herself. "Yes sir!" Isabelle responded, feeling bad for not knowing the man's name. "Sir?" the man looked up from his clipboard, where he had made some mark next to Isabelle's name. "Sir was my father's name. You must call me Mister Sir!" the man said, leaning forward with a wink. The joke caused Isabelle to burst out laughing - it was quality humor, how could you blame her? - before Isabelle made her way past the man, and searched for an open, empty desk near the far end of the library. Unfortunately, the best Isabelle could find was an empty table for three people. Hoping no one would join her, Isabelle set her bag down on a chair and pulled out her Investigative Journal, putting it down in front of a different open spot. Isabelle wanted to write down what she had learned since Monday, but had more urgent needs at that moment. So Isabelle went back toward the front of the library where she had identified the girls bathroom to pee, before returning to her seat, thankfully finding no one had sat down at her table. Isabelle opened her investigative journal to the last page, revieing her notes, and planning where she was going to go from there. 'Thank goodness I started this,' Isabelle thought, 'It'll help me keep track of everything. I almost forgot about pursuing the wormhole theory!" Isabelle took the time to add some notes to some of her points before getting up: 1. Body changing. Update - body smoller. Still, somehow cuter. Not overly concerned. Still managing everything farely well. Mind is still strong - eselled in class today (read out loud by myself!). 2. Others treating me yunger. School - appear to be in 2nd grade now. Still, adults oviously recognize me as more mature than my counterparts. Had mature lunch with danse instructor. Mister Sir of the library feels he can tell me very adult jokes. Appear to be in decent shape, despite additional years jumped back. .... 4. Bedwetting problems - Again, no longer a problem Sweetnights = solution. ... 7. Clothing - really liked my outfit mom piked out for me today. Pink leggings very comfortable. Mom doing esellent gob finding great things to ware. Isabelle then reviewed the theories she had listed at the bottom: ... b. Wormhole theory must be revisited. Find book on space, perhaps? 'That's it! I should find a book on space.' Isabelle knew it was the best way forward. Isabelle put her gel pens away after adding her new clues to her journal, closed it up, and put it away in her bag. Isabelle then collected her items, and decided to return to Mister Sir, to see if he could help her find a book on space. Isabelle approached the desk as a few parents arrived to pick up their kids. Isabelle had to wait as Mister Sir signed them out, before he could attend to her request. Isabelle patiently waited for her turn. "Well, Isabelle, what is it I can do for you? I didn't see your mom come in yet," Mister Sir said with a smile on is face. "No Mister Sir, it's not that," Isabelle responded, prompting a chuckle from the librarian. "I was actually wondering if you might help me. I am conducting an investigation and need to learn more about wormholes. Do you have any books about space I can read?" Isabelle asked as politely as she could, hoping this Mister Sir might appreciate her good manners. "Woah-ho! Wormholes you say? That's some downright advanced stuff there Isabelle. I think it's great you're interested in space," Mister Sir responded, as he typed away at his computer. "Just wait here one minute, annnnnnnnd........yes! I think I have just the book for you! You wait right here okay? Don't go anywhere." Mister Sir disappeared behind the librarian desk into the stacks of books, returning a few minutes later with a book that had really pretty drawings of pictures on it. Mister Sir, sat down, and checked the book out under Isabelle's name, before handing it over. "Here you go Isabelle. I hope you love it. It's brand new - you're the first person to borrow it. You'll have to tell me what you think of it!" 'Excellent,' Isabelle thought. 'Maybe this new book will contain novel theories about wormholes, and I can finally crack this conundrum!' Isabelle was proud of herself for following up on her theory. "Thank you Mister Sir," Isabelle said, before darting off back to her table. Isabelle set her bag down once more, and put the book in front of her on the table. The title read simply: "Space For Kids: Everything from Planet A to Z!" Isabelle thought the title was pretty clever, unconcerned about the word "kids" appearing there. Isabelle decided to open the book to the first chapter. Having a basic knowledge would help her with the complex stuff after all. So Isabelle opened to page 1, and started. 'Welcome to the incredible world of space, where the vastness of the universe and its countless wonders await your exploration! Space is a place full of mysteries, breathtaking sights, and endless possibilities that will captivate your imagination. Anything is possible in space!' 'Just what I was looing for,' Isabelle thought. 'Anything possible...' Isabelle continued. Imagine looking up at the night sky.................seeing just a few stars, you discover that there are billions and billions of them! These twinkling stars are like.................far away from our own. They are so far that it would take us millions of years to reach them, even if we could travel......................... Space is also....................to our own magnificent star called...................... It's so huge that............................Earths inside it! The........provides.......energy, making.............planet.............................ble. Isabelle wasn't sure why, but this book was putting her to sleep. 'I guess I have had a long day,' Isabelle thought, as she picked her head up just before falling fast asleep into her book. 'I'll have to earmark.......page 2 for later,' Isabelle concluded, shutting the book and leaning back in her chair. At that moment, Isabelle heard some noises coming over from Mister Sir's desk, who was talking to someone and was now pointing at Isabelle. Isabelle shifted her seat so as to see who Mister Sir was taking to, just in time to spot her mom, who waved at Isabelle before turning back to Mister Sir. "......you Eugene. I'll see you tomorrow." Jane said, thanking the librarian, before making her way over toward Isabelle. Jane, however, didn't need to wait long, as the sight of her mom caused Isabelle to run toward her, and jump into her arms hugging her. "Mommy!" Isabelle shouted, far too loudly for the library, as her mom picked her up into her arms, giving her daughter a great big hug. Isabelle squeezed her mom with all her might, which didn't feel like it was enough, before her mom set her down and led Isabelle back to the table with her items. 'Eugene told me you got a book on space, is that right?" Jane asked Isabelle, and her daughter nodded in response. Jane motioned Isabelle to sit down, and she did. Isabelle knew what this was about - she decided to get ahead of it. "Mom......my...uh...I'm sorry I wasn't nice in the car this morning," Isabelle started, her eyes starring directly at her shoes. "There was no excuse for being mean. I......I......" Isabelle wanted to come up with something reasonable, believable......and all she had was one thing. ".....I just don't like it here because I don't have any friends." Isabelle started tearing at the truth of her statement. It did make things harder today. Jane starred at her daughter for a moment, before speaking. "Sweetie. Thank you for apologizing. I forgive you. And I know you're having a tough time so far making friends. But I promise that before you know it you will have lots of friends. But you have to listen to me in the car. I wasn't only upset because of how you spoke to me - but you also took your seatbelt off. That was not safe." Isabelle knew her mom was right - that was a safety issue. Isabelle tucked her head even tighter to her chest. "But its okay. And you learned your lesson. And I heard you have so many good things going on here. Miss Jenny told me you did great in class today when I saw her in the hall. You even read out loud!?! And Miss Amber said you were excited about dancing with her next week," Jane continued, trying to list nice things to give her daughter a pick me up. Jane obviously felt bad Isabelle was struggling socially, but had no doubt her daughter would make friends soon. If she could, she would fix any problem for her little girl. This was going to be one she just needed to solve on her own though. "Look at me sweetie," Jane said, pausing a moment so her daughter could look up at her. Once Isabelle did, Jane continued. "I promise it will get better. I really promise. And before you know it, you'll want to be here every day, and wont even want to leave when I show up!" Isabelle wiped a tear away, and smiled at that remark. 'What a ridiculous thought,' Isabelle wanted to respond, 'that I wouldn't be excited when mommy showed up.' Isabelle scoffed, "Nuh-uh!" That would never happen1 "You will sweetie," Jane said, pulling her daughter's chair in close, 'But maybe just not today," Jane finished, before pulling her daughter into her chest and giving Isabelle rapid-fire kisses to the forehead. Isabelle didn't resist, she simple accepted it. "Now what do you say to heading home? I thought I saw you practically falling asleep at the table here! Dinner and bed sound good?" Jane remarked, before picking her daughter's bag up, and walking out the library holding Isabelle's hand. 9 Link to comment
BabySofia Posted May 16, 2023 Share Posted May 16, 2023 Great additions! The break from ballet should give her a break from regressing. A part of me wonders if she stops wearing them if she’ll age back sooner? I don’t think she’s reached the bottom though,I think 2 or 3 year old ‘Belly’ is going to be here before long! Thanks for sharing, this is a really great quality physical age regression tale! 2 1 Link to comment
Kahlez Posted May 16, 2023 Share Posted May 16, 2023 I have to agree on the break here and I thought it may give her time to think about the Situation. Given her state of "very mature" mind I have my doubts. Another fear I have for her is that since she said she wanted to dance, that she will wear her slippers very soon again. So I am curious if she manage to stay in that grade for longer and how long until her mom make her wear diapers again. Clearly this pull-up solution is not really working as well anymore. 1 Link to comment
Olympiczero Posted May 16, 2023 Author Share Posted May 16, 2023 The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 29 "Sweetie, we're home. Time to get up.." No sooner than Jane having buckled Isabelle into her seat, her daughter had fallen asleep in the back on the car. Jane didn't want to bother Isabelle, and so drove silently to let her daughter rest. 'It sounds like she had a pretty rough day,' Jane thought to herself. 'But she will be okay. Kids go through things like this all the time.' Contrary to Jane's belief, Isabelle was probably going through something a little more rare. But, Isabelle was tired. "Sweetie. Come on. Up you go," Jane said, unbuckling her daughter's seatbelt and lifting her on to her feet. "Can you walk for me baby? Mom has to carry some things into the house. Isabelle rubbed her eyes, feet on the ground in her driveway. She didn't remember falling asleep, but she knew she must have. Isabelle heard her mom's question, but didn't have the energy to respond, so simply nodded, and continued to wipe the dust bunnies from her eyes. "Good girl," Jane said, carrying in Isabelle's bag on her shoulder, and groceries in her other arm. Jane locked the car door, and followed Isabelle up the stairs to the front door of their house, where Isabelle waited for her mom to unlock the door. Jane pulled out her key, inserted it into the door, and pushed it open, feeling the contrasting cool air of the house blast out and hit her. It was nice to be home. Isabelle sluggishly made her way into the house, and headed straight downstairs. She was in the mood to watch some TV, she decided, and made her way down to the couch, pulling the remote out. As she did, she heard her mom call down to her "..Belle. Dinner will be ready in 30 minutes. So just one episode okay?" Isabelle heard her mother, but was still working up the energy to respond. Instead, she just flipped the TV on, and found what she was looking for - some Rover Roo. Isabelle needed to take her mind off of things. The harder she worked at cracking her conundrum, the more exhausted she felt. It was a lot of work, doing an investigation by herself. 'I mean look. The Cluefinders have FIVE people,' Isabelle thought, 'plus Rover Roo. And even they take a long time to crack their conundrums. It makes sense that my pace has been slower.' Isabelle settled into the couch as she continued to watch her episode. After it ended, another episode started immediately after, but Isabelle remembered what her mom had said, and so turned the TV off. Isabelle was also feeling an urgent need to pee again, and so when she stood up, she made her way upstairs to the bathroom near the kitchen to pee. Isabelle emerged to her mother walking by, while chatting on the phone. Jane put her arm around Isabelle and guided her back to the kitchen as she continued to speak about god knows what. "uh huh......Yah.......Okay, I'll try that.........Yah I picked some up like you said..............Yaaaaaaa.," Jane said, as she started rubbing her daughter's side, "..we had a bit of a rough start to our morning. But were having a nice time now. Okay.......Ya speak later. Bye." Jane hung up and redirected her attention to Isabelle. "Guess who that was? It was Jess! And she was asking all about your day at school today, did you know?" Isabelle didn't, but she wasn't exactly surprised. Why wouldn't Jess be interested in Isabelle's day at school? It had been quite the day! Jane didn't wait for Isabelle to respond, as she watched her daughter climb up on the kitchen stool. "And guess what? You're going to get to sleepover at Jess's on Friday night! How exciting is that? Jess said she had a very special night planned for you. She needs a helper to look after the kids." 'About time,' Isabelle thought. 'Dani probably let Jess know how responsible I was last week, and I can finally babysit Becky and Eric again.' Isabelle thought, as her mom put a plate of pasta in front of her. "That sounds great mom," Isabelle said, before reaching for her fork and sticking it into her noodles. "Are you coming too?" Isabelle asked, curiously. Isabelle liked the idea of being able to show her mom how responsible she was as well. "No sweetie. But I'll pick you up in the morning, okay? Mommy is going out with friends that night. But you'll be on your best behavior for Jess, right?" Isabelle nodded, as she used her fork to scoop more noodles into her mouth. "Ockkkee Mam," Isabelle said, with a full mouth, before drinking her full glass of water her mom had set out for her. Jane got up to refill it for her daughter. The rest of dinner went by nicely. Jane asked Isabelle all about her book on space. Isabelle, unfortunately, couldn't share much, having only read a single page, but told her mom, between bites of food and drinks of water, that it had been very exciting so far. "I think it will yield promising information," Isabelle said to her mom, without providing more context. Jane stood up and chuckled. "Yield promising information? When did my little girl learn words like that? That Miss Jenny must be doing a wonderful job with you at school, using words like 'yield.." Jane said, as she collected Isabelle's empty bowl and took it over to the sink to wash. "Straight into the shower with you now," Jane said, "and then bed," Jane announced, as she turned on the sink to begin washing the dishes. "And you better use soap young lady!" Jane announced playfully, but having noticed that her daughter's showering habits had been, well, less than perfect of late. "Or else I'll have to come in and make sure you're doing it right!" Isabelle hopped of her stool. "No problem mommy," she responded, before running upstairs straight into the bathroom, where she pulled off her shirt, her leggings, and her panties, before giving the bathtub faucet an extra hard tug to turn it on, pulling the lever to start the shower. Isabelle waited a minute, patting her full tummy, for the water to warm up, before getting in, letting the warm water sooth her bones. Isabelle could practically feel the water wash away the difficulties of the day, the sticky tear streaks under her eyes, the loneliness of the school day flowing off of her, and down the drain. Isabelle felt her body relax in the warm water, so much so apparently, that she had started to pee without realizing it. Isabelle allowed herself to finish, before re-washing her legs again, having peed on them a little more than she would have cared to admit she had. Isabelle turned the shower off, letting the water drip off of her body for a minute, before wrapping herself in a towel, soaking the liquid off of her body. Isabelle stepped out of the shower and on to the mat in front of the tub, where she stopped to dry herself off before leaving the bathroom. 'Another unexpected benefit - less body to dry!' Isabelle laughed to herself, trying to make the most of the less than ideal situation. Isabelle exited the bathroom, where she ran into her mom in the hall. Jane saw her daughter, bent down to her level, and started rubbing the towel Isabelle was wrapped in around Isabelle's body, helping dry her off. "Okay sweetie. Let's get into pajamas. Come, well go together, Jane said, as she stood up and wrapped an arm around her daughter's shoulder, walking with Isabelle toward the girl's room. Isabelle leaned into her mom as they walked. Jane reached out and turned Isabelle's doorknob, pushing the door in, and then walking into the room. Isabelle, however, stopped walking, as she was confronted with yet another thing she had not expected. Her room had changed again. To the naked eye, the space in Isabelle's room was fitting for a girl her age. The room radiated joy and warmth, designed especially for an imaginative and creative ballet dancer such as Isabelle. The walls are painted a soft shade of pink, providing a soothing and cheerful atmosphere that Isabelle would have admitted was a welcome change, if not for being distracted by the rest of the changes. Delicate white trim framed the edge of the walls, which matched the white, scalloped windows that added playfulness to the color. The windows themselves were dressed with flowing and flowery pink curtains, tied back with ribbons adorned with colorful bows, letting the glow of the moon shine into her room. In the center of her room, Isabelle identified her cozy and comfortable bed, smaller than the one she was used to, but still plenty big enough for her. Her bed was adorned with a lovely pink bedspread, her sheets seemingly having not changed from the white polka dot ones she had wet not so long ago. the pink comforter had, what appeared to be horses, stitched on to it, the steeds galloping toward the viewer. The pillows on the bed were dotted with colorful patterns of flowers, butterflies, and even unicorns, with Rabbity sitting prominently in the front. More fluffy pillows in various shades of pink, white, and pastels rested against the back headboard. Isabelle couldn't help but feel the bed was inviting her to sink into it, and fall into dreamland. Above the bed, a whimsical canopy hung from the ceiling, draping down in delicate pink fabric adorned with twinkling fairy lights. The canopy shone with a magical ambiance, making her bedroom feel like a fairytale come true. On each side of her bed, a small wooden nightstand stood proudly, piled with short chapter books on each, ready to whisk Isabelle away to magical lands.. The nightstands had smooth surfaces, each also holding a charming pink lamp with a frilly lampshade. The lamps, along with the twinkling lights of her canopy, were the only source of light when Jane opened the door, casting a soft glow in the evening light. 'Perfect for bedtime reading,' Isabelle thought. Against the far wall to Isabelle's right, her desk had been replaced with a spacious, painted wooden desk adorned with stickers of her favorite cartoon characters. Isabelle immediately recognized Rover Roo and several other members of the Cluefinders starring back at her, welcoming her to sit down. The desk also appeared to be home to an assortment of art supplies, including colored pencils, markers, and crayons in a rainbow of shades. A pink and white polka-dotted chair to match her sheets provided a cozy spot for her to unleash her creativity and bring her vibrant imagination to life. Isabelle wanted desperately to sit down upon seeing the desk, and continue to work on her investigative journal. In front of her was her white dresser, though similar, shorter and wider. Isabelle recognized that it would be far easier to reach into each drawer with this design, considering her diminutive stature. On top of the dresser were photos of Isabelle and her mom, some recent, some old, in whimsical and interesting frames that brought a smile to Isabelle's face. There was also a new feature in her room. On the other side of her dresser, in the far corner of the room running along the left side, a dollhouse stood tall, complete with miniature furniture and tiny dolls, perfectly positioned for playtime. The dollhouse appeared to be in excellent condition, and Isabelle was, despite not wanting to admit it, immediately fascination creating stories and tales for the dolls to adventure through. Isabelle stepped into the room after her mom, her bare feet coming into contact with a fluffy pink rug covering the majority of her floor. Isabelle wiggled her toes, feeling the rung whisp between her feet, creating a soft and inviting space for her to walk - or sit and play. Jane had already made her way to Isabelle's dresser, opening the top, and largest of the drawers, and pulling out a sweetnight. Jane reached out to Isabelle, handing it to her. Isabelle, in turn, simply dropped her towel to the floor, and took it from her mom, stepping into it and pulling it up. There was something, odd, however, tonight about her sweetnight. 'This feels......different,' Isabelle thought to herself. It wasn't that they felt bad, or even uncomfortable. In fact, they felt substantially better. 'They kind of feel great.....amazing, even.' Isabelle thought to herself, as she squirmed a little, watching her mom close the drawer, and bend down to go into what appeared to be Isabelle's pajama drawer. Isabelle took the chance to ask her mom what happened. "Momm.......my sweetnights feel different. Did you get new ones?" Isabelle asked, innocently. Jane had just found a set of lime green pajamas, with pineapples and mangoes dancing around on them, for Isabelle to wear, when she turned to answer. "Oh don't worry sweetie. I just put an extra little pad in the ones we had. Jess told me about the trick. Its nothing to worry about, just put them on like you always do." Jane responded, handing Isabelle the pajama set. "Are they not comfortable anymore? I did my best to make sure the boosters were attached correctly!" As Isabelle listened to her mom's explanation, she was able to connect what Jane was saying to what she was feeling and experiencing. 'hat's what's different,' Isabelle thought, as identified the increased bulk between her legs. Though it was forcing her legs a little further apart, Isabelle actually found it to be even more comfortable, 'almost like having a pillow between my legs,' she thought. "No mom, they're super comfy now." Isabelle responded. "Thanks." Isabelle wasn't sure why her mom had added this little booster or whatever that was, but she was grateful that her mom did. 'This will ensure even better sleeping,' Isabelle thought, 'which in turn, will translate to faster results in solving this conundrum!' Jane smiled, as she watched Isabell pull her pajamas bottoms on. 'I'm glad she's not making a big deal about this..' Jane thought to herself. As she watched her daughter pull her pajama top on, Jane couldn't help but smile. The booster in the sweetnight added some pretty substantial bulk, so much so, that it was pretty obvious what her daughter was wearing underneath her pajamas. Jane chuckled to herself at the cute site of the waistband of the sweetnight hovering over her daughter's pajama bottoms, and the obvious bulk protruding from underneath. 'Sweet girl,' Jane thought, as she made her way over to help Isabelle, who had seemingly gotten stuck in her shirt, find the head hole. "Okay. Bedtime. Chop chop." Jane said, patting her daughter's padded butt toward the bed. Isabelle responded, immediately jumping toward the bed, and throwing some pillows off to the side, before climbing under the covers with Rabbity. Isabelle couldn't put her finger on it, but she could feel something else different underneath her. It wasn't her sweetnight, which was providing her nothing but added comfort. Instead, it was something odd beneath the sheet, 'slippery almost,' Isabelle thought. Much like her new sweetnight, it wasn't a bother. Instead, it felt kind of fun, and Isabelle squirmed her legs around feeling whatever it was all around her, before snuggling up with Rabbity. As she starred up at the canopy hanging over her, Isabelle couldn't help but smile; she loved her new room, her new décor, her new bed even. Isabelle was not sure when her mom had the time to make all these changes. 'This will be the perfect place to sleep, and an even perfecter place to solve this conundrum!' Isabelle thought to herself, as her mom turned her bedside lamps off, and made her way out of Isabelle's bedroom, into the hall. With the faint glow from the firefly-like lights in her canopy, Isabelle closed her eyes, feeling as though she was falling asleep under the heavens, as she fell into dreamland once more. *** Isabelle pulled Rabbit close to her chest as she blinked, laying on her back. She could feel the warm glow of the sun shine through her pink curtains, and hit her cheek once more. Isabelle blinked, and pulled herself up in her bed into a seated position, turning and seeing it was time to get up, at least according to her alarm clock. Isabelle was too comfortable to get up, however, even despite her recognition that she needed to pee. 'I don't wanna get outta bed yet,' Isabelle thought, as she eased herself back down, and consciously let her bladder flow. There was no internal debate this time - 'no dif...*YAWN*....ference.......still sleeping...' Isabelle decided, though very much awake. Isabelle closed her eyes as she felt her pee flow out of her, making contact with an already squishy sweetnight. the front of the sweetnight did its best to rapidly absorb the pee, before it could take no more, reflecting the liquid down further into the sweetnight, more being absorbed along the way. Isabelle smiled as she felt the warmth of the padding, replacing the cooler sections from where the sweetnight had absorbed her pee earlier that night. Isabelle felt as her pee continued to roll underneath her to her, tickling the edges of her butt, as Isabelle shifted her legs further apart and lifted her butt slightly in an effort to ease the pees path underneath her as she yawned once more. Isabelle could hardly believe that the pee was still flowing out of her as the liquid appeared to reach the small of her back, still contained by her sweetnight. As it did, Isabelle heard her door open, her mom having come in and turned her light on. As Jane approached the bed, Isabelle could feel the stream slow, and stop, before the last refuge of her sweetnight at her back soaked it up, before settling, warm and comfortable all around her. Isabelle opened her eyes again, and smiled at her mother. Whether she was smiling at the sight of her mom or something else, Isabelle couldn't be sure. All she did know was that she slept like an angel. "Good morning Isabelle," Jane said, as she came and sat down next to her daughter, sliding a hand under ther covers and kissing her daughter on the forehead. Jane's hand made its way to her daughter's stomach, tracing circles with her fingers, garnering giggles from Isabelle from the tickles. Jane slid her hand further down, patting her daughter's very warm, very very full sweetnight. 'She must have peed just before I woke her,' Jane thought, grasping the front of the sweetnight a little more firmly, feeling its warmth and bulk. 'Its a good thing I put those boosters in. She would have gone right through these. The sheet was smart as well...' Jane concluded. For her part, Isabelle hardly noticed her mothers hand on her sweetnight. Sure, she knew her mom's hand had moved off of her stomach, but paid no mind to whatever it was doing. Instead, Isabelle simple wished her mom a good morning too, shifting up to her knees to give her mom a hug, wrapping her arms around her mom's neck. Isabelle immediately felt the weight of her sweetnight, which was drooping low into her pants, and nearly pulled her over. Isabelle was entirely unbothered by it. "Up. Teeth brushed. And downstairs for breakfast. Let's go." Jane announced, kissing her daughter one more time, and returning to her own room to get dressed for work. Isabelle got out of bed, again feeling the weight of her sweetnight. Standing up now, Isabelle could feel its bulk forcing her legs slightly further apart. The sides of her sweetnight were almost acting like heaters for her thighs, and Isabelle found it rather comfortable. The increased bulk continued to feel better than what she had previously been wearing, including when wet. Isabelle walked toward the bathroom, finding that she had to waddle a little more than walk in her current state. After washing and brushing, Isabelle returned to her bedroom, pulling her pajama top off before removing her bottoms, kicking them to the side. Without her pajama bottoms on to hold her sweetnight up, it drooped still further, and Isabelle laughed as the sweetnight almost took itself off, Isabelle easing it off of her and pushing it to the side. Isabelle turned to her dresser, where she spotted some "Kidz Wipez" on top. Noticing that there was a little pee smell still emanating from her, Isabelle decided to grab a few of the wet wipes from the container, and quickly wipe down her crotch, vagina, thighs, and butt with a few wipes, before piling them up on top of the dresser. Isabelle felt much cleaner like this, and was glad her mom had set the wipes out for her to use. Isabelle searched through two drawers for her panties, finally finding a pair of yellow ones and slipping them on. Isabelle then opened another drawer, intending to find a pair of pants, but instead finding a large piece of dark denim. Unsure what it was, Isabelle pulled it out, revealing a long overall like clothing item. 'Except they aren't overalls,' Isabelle deduced, 'they have a skirt on at the bottom.' Isabelle decided she wanted to wear those today, and went into another drawer to find a black and white horizontally striped shirt, pulling it over her head. Isabelle then stepped into her skirtalls, pulling them up. Isabelle struggled to grasp the buckles and pull them over her shoulders at first, but was able to do so once she sat on the floor. Standing up, Isabelle adjusted her skirtalls down, and made her way downstairs. In the kitchen, Isabelle found her mom drinking her morning coffee and reading the newspaper. Another bowl of cereal, as well as toast and jam, were already waiting for Isabelle, who hopped up onto the stool, and started eating right away. "Mommy, can I have the I-Spy game please?" Isabelle asked between bites. Jane complied, setting the page aside for Isabelle. "Once you're done eating everything." Jane said, flipping the page to the international news section. Isabelle took her mom's remark as a challenge, working hard to eat every last bite of her cereal and toast, before drinking the milk out of her cereal bowl, as well as finishing her glass of milk on the side. "AHhhhhhhhhhhhh" Isabelle groaned, as she finished the last sip of milk, and got onto her knees, so she could reach the newspaper. Jane, watching Isabelle reaching over the counter, quickly moved her daughter's empty glass out of the way, which Isabelle had nearly knocked on to the ground. "Careful sweetie," Jane said, before getting up, and shifting Isabelle's hair around. "Your hair is crazy this morning," Jane said, before leaving momentarily, and returning with a hair brush. Isabelle allowed her mom to brush her hair out at the counter as she worked diligently to spot the differences in her puzzle. 'Can't find any......today," Isabelle thought, pausing as her mom worked a knot out in the back of her head. After about 15 minutes of searching, Isabelle was shocked she couldn't find a single difference. "They're really making these puzzles hard mom," Isabelle said, as her mom was finishing up, clipping a big pink bow on the back of her daughter's hair. "I know sweetie. Those are for adults anyway. I'm always so proud when you even find a single clue. You can try again later though, we need to head of to school. Quick quick. Lets go, out the door. Lets go make some friends today! Jane chanted, trying to send an upbeat message to her daughter, who had hopped off of her stool, fixed her skirtalls, and made her way out the door, forgetting her bag behind her. Jane laughed to herself, following her daughter, and picking up her school bag before locking the door behind her. 'Sometimes this girl....would forget her head!' Jane thought. *** When Isabelle arrived at school, she rushed immediately to the bathroom, rolling up her skirtalls and pulling down her panties, sitting on the toilet to pee and poop. She felt the need arise in the car again, and diligently made her way to the bathroom as soon as she was dropped off, barely waving to her mother as she ran into the elementary school. Once she finished, she made her way alone to Miss Jenny's class. Morning class passed much like it had the prior day, except Isabelle felt right at home for the start. Isabelle had raised her hand to answer the first math problem, nearly getting it right, and worked independently through her exercise book that Miss Jenny had handed out. Later in the morning, the class worked on writing their own short stories, which they would later edit and work on their spelling and grammar skills that Miss Jenny was going to teach. Isabelle decided to write hers about a young detective name Elizabeth who solved mysteries: Once upon a time, there was a girl named Elizabeth. She was ate years old and loved solving misterees. Everyone in her nayborhood new her as Detectif Elizabeth. One sunny morning, Detectif Elizabeth woke up to find her favorit stuffd animal, a bunny named Mr. Hop, missing from her bedroom. Detectif Elizabeth new something was rong because Mr. Hop was always by her side. Detectif Elizabeth put on her detectif hat, a bright pink one with a shiny gold bage, and decided to solfe the misteree. Detectif Elizabeth began her investeegason by looking in her room for cloos. Detectif Elizabeth notised a trail of tiny footprints leeding out of her window. It was cleer that Mr. Hop had been kid napped. Detectif Elizabeth followed the footprints to the neerby park. She went behind the bushes, trying not to make a sound. As she got closer, she saw a skwirel holding Mr. Hop in its mouth! Detectif Elizabeth new she had to come up with a smart plan. She rememberd that skwirels loved acorns, so she quikly gathered a bunch of acorns and made a trail leeding away from the skwirel. The skirwel cood not resist the tasty treet and followed the trail, dropping Mr. Hop along the way. Detectif Elizabeth took her chance and ran too Mr. Hop. She hugged Mr. Hop titely, feeling happy and proud for being the best detectif. With the case solfed and Mr. Hop back in her arms, Detectif Elizabeth returned home. She couldn't wait to tell her mom about her axsiting adfentoor as Detectif Elizabeth. And so, Detectif Elizabeth's repootation groo, and she became a hero to everee one in the sity. Isabelle was very proud of her story when she was done with it as the lunch bell rang. "Okay everyone. Come hand in your stories. We're going to work on these tomorrow afternoon, so make sure to put your names on the top." Miss Jenny announced. Isabelle took a purple colored pencil out from her bag, taking her time to write her name slowly, and neatly, on the top of her page as her peers all ran by her to hand in their stories. By the time Isabelle looked up, she was alone in the classroom. "Isabelle, come on sweetie. Off to lunch." Isabelle wrapped up, and approached Miss Jenny with a big smile, handing her the story. "I hope you like it Miss Jenny," Isabelle said, before heading off. "I am sure I will. Now go get something to eat." Isabelle found herself alone in the hallway with the realization that she would likely have to endure another lunch alone again. 'And this time I doubt there will be pizza to make it better,' Isabelle thought to herself, as she slowly trudged her way along the hallway toward the cafeteria, taking her time. By the time Isabelle arrived, lunch was well underway. She found a place at the back of the lunch line, but it was almost at the food already. Isabelle wasn't too disappointed - she was able to get a hot dog, fries, and even a pudding cup in line, before turning to find somewhere to sit. Isabelle tried to spot Miss Amber, but didn't see her anywhere. 'Where should I sit today.....' Isabelle spotted an empty place at the end of a rectangular table with some girls she recognized from her class. Deciding to take her mom's advice and try to make some friends, Isabelle made her way over to sitting at the end of the table. As she sat down, Isabelle felt her presence had garnered some strange looks from some of the other girls. 'It's not as if they told me I couldn't sit here or anything,' Isabelle decided, joining the girls as they ate. Isabelle largely stayed quiet as the rest the girls spoke, listening for an opportunity to chime in. Isabelle learned that the small blonde girl sitting next to her seemed to be named Charlotte, and she seemed nice. A few of the girls called her Charlie. There was also a set of twins with olive skin and dark hair across from Isabelle, who went by Alice and Erica, the latter of which smiled at Isabelle at least when she sat down. Isabelle felt better today, but it still wasn't the same. 'I miss Lola, Dani, and Mel..' was all Isabelle thought, as her stomach churned a bit from the nerves. At that moment, however, Charlotte mentioned that she was going to try and "sneak" away one of the Emerald Chronicle books from her sister. This caught Isabelle's attention, as a few of the other girls also mentioned their displeasure at "not being allowed to get the books." Isabelle didn't know what overcame her, but at that moment, she spoke out loud. "They're really good books. If you can get it from your sister, you should. They're so fun." The table went silent as Isabelle munched away at her remaining three french fries, completely unaware of the commotion she caused. When she looked up again, she could see the entire table was starring at her; Charlotte's mouth was completely agape next to her, and most everyone's eyes were so wide, Isabelle could basically see into their brains. Alice's jaw was practically on the table. 'Shoot........what did I do wrong?' One of the girls finally spoke up. "Nuh-uh. No way. I can't believe that you read them!" Isabelle was perplexed. She didn't get angry, there was no reason to. "Of course I have. I just finished the new one last week. And I decided to start re-reading the first one this past weekend a bit, so I could see if the show was being the same as the books were." Isabelle said, before pushing her tray out in front of her. Whatever Isabelle had said, however, seemed to make it worse. Now the girls were all making noise, and leaning in, asking more and more questions. Apparently they now believed Isabelle had read the books, but were even more shocked that she had watched the show. "How was it?," "Was it crazy?", "ohmygod was it the best?" "my mom said I'm not allowed to watch it, "Yah mine too!" Isabelle couldn't keep track of why everyone was shouting at her, but did her best to answer at least some of the questions. "Yes it was really good. No...I mean it wasn't crazy. It was a lot of fun!...Yes, it kind of was the best! I love the books, and loved the first episode." Isabelle answered. Charlotte, sitting next to Isabelle, was the only one who had anything of substance to really add. "That's really cool Isabelle. I'm happy for you that you got to watch it. Do you think I could borrow the book from you when you're done re-reading it?" Isabelle saw no reason why not, and simply said "sure, just give it back when you're done." At that moment, however, Isabelle realized she needed to go to the bathroom rather badly, and excused herself. She could almost have sworn Charlotte looked sad that she was leaving, but that was probably too much to hope for. Isabelle put her tray on top of the nearby garbage basket on a pile with the others, and made her way to the bathroom to pee before class. *** Isabelle was happy when the afternoon bell rang, indicating the end of the school day. Miss Jenny's lesson plan that afternoon had been particularly challenging. Isabelle found it really hard to manage with all the names and dates in the history portion of class. 'Plus it was super boring.' And then Miss Jenny taught a whole section about plants, and how they grow, and about soil, that Isabelle felt had dragged on forever. Isabelle was a little disappointed that she got more than a few questions wrong on another work sheet Miss Jenny passed around, and though she was a little embarrassed when Miss Jenny came to correct her mistakes, she was glad that Miss Jenny spent the time helping her. By the end, Isabelle felt a little better about the material. Isabelle checked herself into the library immediately after class, having been told by her mom that she would need to go today as well. Not wanting to wait in the same line as yesterday to check in, Isabelle jogged past the other students to ensure we was first in line, and made her way through the doors in the library. Isabelle made her way past Mister Sir, who she now knew went by Eugene, and checked in, before finding herself sitting at her same table she had occupied the day earlier. Isabelle used her belongings to make it look as though she was occupying as much space as possible, before heading back to the bathroom at the front of the library to pee again. Isabelle was glad to see that the desk was empty upon her return, and she sat down, pulling out her investigative journal again, as well as her new space book, to continue working on her theories. Isabelle flipped the book open to page 2, and continued from where she left off the prior day. '..........But space is not just about stars and the Sun. It is also filled with fascinating objects such as planets, moons, asteroids, and comets!' As you continue to learn about space, you'll encounter extraordinary concepts like worm holes, where gravity is so strong that nothing can escape its pull!' Isabelle couldn't help but audibly gasp. "There it is!" Isabelle shouted, garnering a polite "shhhh" from Eugene at the front desk. Isabelle blushed with embarrassment, but was too excited about the fact that the book mentioned wormholes. 'This is indeed a very good book. I'll have to tell Eugene about it.' Isabelle continued reading. Our home planet, Earth, is just one of eight planets in our solar system. Have you ever wondered what it would be like to visit other planets like Mars or Jupiter? Isabelle hadn't actually wondered about that before. 'But that would be pretty cool. Maybe I could even travel to the planet where the Emerald Chronicles take place. Maybe they ARE actually real. Oh that would be the best.' Isabelle was loving her new space book, and having a great time reading it. 'Did you know that astronauts are brave explorers who venture into space? They travel in special spacecraft called rockets, leaving the Earth's atmosphere behind to journey into the great unknown. They float in zero gravity, which means they can fly and do somersaults inside their spaceships!' 'This just keeps getting better and better,' Isabelle thought. 'Maybe I can be an astronaut one day. But a detective astronaut, who solves mysteries in outer space!' 'Space is not just for astronauts, though. We have powerful telescopes that help us see far-off galaxies, sparkling nebulae, and even other planets. Scientists study space to learn more about how our universe was born and how it continues to change. So, buckle up your imagination and get ready for an amazing journey into the mysteries and wonders of space. From exploring distant galaxies to understanding our place in the universe, there are endless adventures awaiting you. Are you ready to reach for the stars? Let's go!' 'Buckle up? PA-LEASE' Isabelle thought to herself. 'I've BEEN buckled. Buckling is yesterdays news. Now? Woooah, I'm already way down the road here. This. Book. Is. AWESOMMMMMMMMEEE!' Isabelle was basically bouncing in her seat as she closed the book, having completed the "Introduction" chapter, and putting it back in her bag. Isabelle then pulled her investigative journal closer, opening it up to the next clean page. Isabelle pulled out a sparkly, dark blue gel pen, which she deemed appropriate to be the space color. Wormhole theory update: Found book on space. Very promising. Book includes advansed lessons on worm holes, and lesson plan to become astranaut. Will work hard at learning about worm holes, but also mastering space. Might take a few weeks to complete before ready to traval into the stars. Might be nesessary. Wormhole theory is new leading theory. Space book suggests that wormholes suck things in, impossible to escape. Will need to see if it can also alter reality. If so, it is very possible that the earth was sucked in by a wormhole that made only one change to the planet - some weird thing where I get younger.' Isabelle paused for a moment to consider what she wrote, wondering how plausible it was. After a moment, she continued. 'Its a good thing we didn't go through a wormhole that made mom younger. She is not nearly as good a detective as me. She would have gotten stuck. Will update shortly.' Isabelle turned to the front desk, where she spotted her mom waiting in line behind some other parents. Isabelle packed her gel pen and journal up, grabbing her bag and making her way over to her mom, greeting her with a hug. "Ready!" Isabelle announced. Off they went. **** "So sweetie, how was your day at school?" Jane asked, as they sat down to eat dinner. Jane felt bad - she had to take a work call in the car the whole afternoon. Jane was taking the afternoon off the next day, and had to make sure all her files were in order. The call had lasted the whole car ride as a result, and Jane didn't have a chance to talk to Isabelle at all. 'No matter.' Jane thought, piercing a piece of broccoli with her fork. 'I'll probe her now!' Isabelle had just finished the last of her own broccoli, and was working her way through her baked potato when her mom had asked her the question. "It was okay mommy," Isabelle responded. "I hadda lot of fun in Miss Jenny's class this morning. We got to write stories. I wrote mine about a detective. But I wish I would have wrote it about an astronaut detective now." Isabelle started, as she scooped some potato into her mouth. "Oh! An astronaut detective!? That sounds like a pretty neat job." Jane responded with a smirk. She loved her daughter's imagination. Isabelle swallowed before continuing. "Yah. And we get to work on the stories tomorrow again." Isabelle stopped for a minute, to consider how to proceed next. "I sat with some girls from class at lunch. But they didn't seem to want to talk to me much," Isabelle said sadly. "But one girl seemed nice. Her name is Charlotte. Her hair looks like mine," Isabelle pointed out for her mom. "I tried harder to make friends today....I'm just not sure I made any," Isabelle admitted, sadly. It broke Jane's heart to hear her daughter say she didn't have friends. But the truth was Jane was so proud of Isabelle for even trying. 'And I'm sure she will end up great friends with this Charlotte, and other girls as well, in no time.' Jane concluded, coaching herself up a bit. "I'm so proud of you sweetie," Jane responded with. "I am sure they were so happy that you sat with them. Before you know it, you'll be friends with all of them. This Charlotte girl sounds nice too! Is she in Miss Jenny's class?" Isabelle nodded, and continued to converse with her mom as they finished their dinner. Once Isabelle was done, Jane handed her the I-Spy from the newspaper to work on while Jane cleaned the kitchen. It took Jane a little longer than usual, so Isabelle had some extra time to look for differences. Ultimately, it made no difference, as Isabelle grew bored, unable to find any, and ended up just drawing pictures in the margins of the paper. Jane took a deep breath as she put the off-brand dishwasher pod into the machine, and started running it. She stood upright, and turned to her daughter, and felt nothing but pride. "How about you go upstairs and get ready for bed, and I make us some hot chocolates, and we go watch a show in my bed before bedtime?" Isabelle snapped her attention away from the newspaper, and looked at her mom, wide-eyed, and in disbelief. 'Hot Cocoa?! On a WEEKNIGHT?!?!' Isabelle was not about to question it. "Okay mom!" Isabelle jumped off of the chair, and raced up the stairs, her skirtalls swaying as she sprinted as fast as she could. Isabelle opened the door to her bedroom, unbuckled her skirtalls, and slid them off her body and on to the floor, before pulling her stripped shirt off and throwing it wherever. Isabelle pulled her top dresser drawer open, where she knew her mom stored her sweetnights, and pulled one out - this one actually had a picture of one of her favorite Kisney Princesses on it, which brough a smile to her face. Isabelle took her panties off, and considered, for a moment, going to the bathroom before putting her pajamas on. Not seeing the point, Isabelle instead excitedly slide her sweetnight up her legs. Isabelle was immediately reminded of the comfier, thicker, and, 'well better,' sweetnights her mom had gotten for her. Isabelle then dug through her pajama drawer before finding a simply pink, long t-shirt that she threw on over her head, and raced over to her mom's room. By the time Jane arrived upstairs with cocoas in hand, she found Isabelle was sitting at the front edge of her bed in her pajamas, waiting for Jane. Jane smiled at the sight of her daughter, before handing her the cocoa. "Just let me get into my pajamas too," Jane said, as Isabelle took the cocoa with one hand, and the TV remote with the other. Isabelle waited as her mom got into her own pajamas, more focused on picking out a show to watch. Moments later, Isabelle felt her mom climb into the bed behind her. "Okay. Pick quick. Its teeth brushing, and bedtime right after. One show." Jane instructed, as Isabelle settled on some show she had never heard of. It really didn't matter what they watched; Isabelle was just happy to be with her mom. 4 Link to comment
Kahlez Posted May 16, 2023 Share Posted May 16, 2023 1 hour ago, Olympiczero said: Space book suggests that wormholes suck things in, impossible to escape. Will need to see if it can also alter reality. If so, it is very possible that the earth was sucked in by a wormhole that made only one change to the planet - some weird thing where I get younger.' Given how old she is I think we can give that theory a thumb up...not that this is likely but creative and we can let our detectif astronaut Isabelle solfe the case I am not sure how long she will be able to read to find Informations (not that a kids book would have them) but who knows maybe if she reads quick enough Given her new attitude towards potty training I think she does not need to worry about finding friends in School. I really like her short story but was it on purpose that you wrote one solved and detective correct or just accidently writing it correct? Regardless its a really cute story. 1 hour ago, Olympiczero said: Isabelle was basically bounding in her seat as she closed the book bouncing? At least in my head that makes more sense xD 1 Link to comment
FloridaKid Posted May 16, 2023 Share Posted May 16, 2023 I love how at each step of Isabel’s regression you keep threads to the previous stage, like certain decorations or furnishings, which help her accept the warped reality. No slippers today, so perhaps no further regression? This really is an adorable story. I find your formatting easier to read now, so thanks again for being open to suggestions! Link to comment
Olympiczero Posted May 16, 2023 Author Share Posted May 16, 2023 15 minutes ago, Kahlez said: I really like her short story but was it on purpose that you wrote one solved and detective correct or just accidently writing it correct? Regardless its a really cute story. bouncing? At least in my head that makes more sense xD Thank you, as always, for catching my silly mistakes. You deserve to be listed as editor at this rate! 6 minutes ago, FloridaKid said: I love how at each step of Isabel’s regression you keep threads to the previous stage, like certain decorations or furnishings, which help her accept the warped reality. No slippers today, so perhaps no further regression? This really is an adorable story. I find your formatting easier to read now, so thanks again for being open to suggestions! Thank you! I need to go back and correct the other excerpts from the book. I don't own MS office haha so I write the story in notepad, and don't have the ability to italicize. I didn't realize I could do so here until a few chapters in. I definitely want to make consistency and readability changes throughout, its just that I want to write new chapters more! LOL. I appreciate the support and comments always! There are loads of more experienced and superior writers here. I feel lucky to be able to learn from them all. Link to comment
Cherub22 Posted May 17, 2023 Share Posted May 17, 2023 Strange she doesn’t have a car seat in second grade especially with how small she is. Definitely can see her getting sent to school with pull-ups soon especially if she keeps getting sleepy in the library, car, and with her newfound laissez-faire view on the bathroom at certain times. AMAZING story, can’t wait for the next chapters. 1 Link to comment
Kahlez Posted May 17, 2023 Share Posted May 17, 2023 8 hours ago, Olympiczero said: I don't own MS office haha so I write the story in notepad I use Openoffice which is a good and free alternative, maybe you want give it a try instead of notepad. It doesnt have all the functions but usually all most people need and it can open MS office files if you need it. 1 Link to comment
Olympiczero Posted May 17, 2023 Author Share Posted May 17, 2023 The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 30 By the time the TV show had ended, Isabelle had already wet her sweetnight twice. The first time, Isabelle had considered getting up to go and use her mom's bathroom. The show had transitioned to the first commercial break, and there was nothing technically stopping her. 'But what's the point? I'm going to wet it tonight anyway? And I'd rather stay in bed with mom right now!' So Isabelle let loose, laying on her stomach at the front of the bed, and lifting her belly just enough to let the stream start, this time with very little resistance from her body. 'It was a peculiar feeling,' Isabelle thought, 'feeling so much of the bed getting absorbed in the front of her sweetnight,' as Isabelle felt it spread underneath her, and toward her stomach, never leaving its intended container. It was a contrast to how her pee normally soaked into the bottom of her sweetnight. The second time, however, had been a little more surprising. Toward the end of their episode, Isabelle had shifted to lay on her back near her mom. The show had been nearing the end, and there was been one particularly funny part that resulted in Isabelle laughing quite uncontrollably. Without realizing it at first, Isabelle had started to pee at the height of her laughter. It was a much shorter pee, but Isabelle was surprised as she felt the droplets roll down and tickle the bottom of her butt. 'Where did that come from.' Isabelle had considered saying something about her wet sweetnight to her mom as she said sweetnight, and was heading to bed. 'But what was there to share?' Isabelle wondered. 'I wet my sweetnight. It happens. Its no big deal. Even mom said its not a big deal.' It felt strange to have wet it while she was technically awake, 'but that was a mere technicality, no? I mean, I'm in my pajamas, and its bed time. Its basically bedwetting. I was even in a bed when I did it!' Isabelle rationalized what happened to her, the end result being that she elected to not share with her mom that she was already wet, and instead made her way to her bed. As Isabelle made her way to her room, she could already feel the warm weight of her sweetnight underneath her, protecting her, comforting her, surrounding her like a weighted blanket to help her sleep. Isabelle pushed the door to her bedroom open with a smile, before closing it behind her, and slipping underneath her sheets beneath the canopy hanging over her bed. Isabelle pulled Rabbity into her chest, and remembered nothing else of the day. *** Isabelle went through her pre-exploration checklist diligently. "Spacesuit - check. Investigative Journal - check. Food supplies.....where are my food supplies?" Isabelle asked no one in particular, as she was preparing to leave her landing ship. Turning her head, Isabelle spotted a glass leftovers container with some spaghetti and meatballs, picking it up, and placing it in her bag. She continued. "Food supplies - check. First Office Rabbity, you have command of the ship," Isabelle said to Rabbity, sitting in the co-pilot's chair, who nodded in response. Isabelle pulled the hatch to her left, and pulled her investigative journal out. The journal possessed the most advance of technologies, writing her thoughts in neat gel pen as she spoke orally. It allowed Isabelle to free her hands for more important tasks. The hatch opened. Isabelle took one more moment to ensure her space helmet was secured tightly, and stepped out onto the planet's surface. "We have reached the planet known as "Aquaria." The entire planet appears to be covered in water, ranging from several inches, to several feet in other places. We have landed our astronaut investigator ship in an area with just a few inches, but plan to explore the planet in search of space clues." Isabelle was unsure what the clues were supposed to help with, but it was clear she needed to find them. Isabelle waded into the inches of water, her spacesuit feet submerging into the water. "Investigator spacesuit indicates air is safe to breath," Isabelle stated for her journal, and hit a button opening her mask. Her face was immediately met with the planet's air, which was filled with a refreshing mist and beautiful scent. In the distance, Isabelle could hear the gentle sound of waves crashing, and the call of some native species of whales. With each step, Isabelle marveled at the breathtaking beauty of Aquaria. The planet was covered in sparkling turquoise oceans as far as the eye could see. to her left, a stunning waterfall cascaded down from another surface of water, crashing into rocks made of sapphire, tourmaline, and aquamarine. Isabelle diverted her gaze down into the waters, where she saw native species of fish, rainbow in color, with big smiles on their faces. In the deeper waters off to her right, Isabelle could see a native species of dolphin soaring in perfect formation, welcoming her to the planet. Isabelle noted it all for her journal; any and all of these clues would be vital 'for.....for.......for whatever.' Isabelle concluded, unconcerned of her ultimate goal. But there was something else that caught Isabelle's attention—an island in the middle of the ocean, lush and teeming with vibrant green vegetation. "I have located what appears to be the single piece of land on the planet. I will make my way to it, and claim it in the name of Henrietta," Isabelle declared for her journal, as she pressed forward toward the island. Isabelle walked forward, the water levels beginning to rise, first to her shins, and then to her knees. Pushing through the water became more challenging, so much so that Isabelle needed to activate the water-pressure resistance bubble makers on her boots, allowing her to walk through the water with greater ease. "Thank goodness for Rabbity's boot enhancements. Planet is treacherous to cross. Future investigator astronauts be advised: level three swimming badge likely needed to visit." Isabelle continued to walk through the knee-deep water, feeling the coolness against her suit. As she ventured further, she discovered amazing creatures she had never seen before—glowing fish that illuminated the waters, who formed themselves into a path, guiding Isabelle to the island. "Thank you fishies! Note for journal, native glowfish very friendly. Potential future as investigator assistants." As Isabelle came within 50 yards of the island, she again sunk further into the waters, this time the water level rising above her waist. Isabelle continued forward, however, despite the cool water slowing her pace. "40 yards...almost there......30 yards.......25.." Isabelle stopped at 25 yards, noticing a change in environment. "Stopping at 25 yards from island. Water surrounding suit appears....warmer." As Isabelle felt the warming of the water, she felt she could not move. A slight panic set in, and Isabelle was unsure how to proceed. The warm water spread out from her, expanding toward her legs, and even toward her back which had not even been in the water. Isabelle's heart began to race faster, growing concerned at the spreading warmth. And then, all at once. the warmth cooled, and Isabelle shot up. But she was no longer in her spacesuit. She was no longer on Aquaria. No, she was sitting up in her bed. And her bed was very, very wet. Isabelle couldn't control herself, she couldn't help herself, and everything that happened next, was a blur. Isabelle began wailing, crying her little green eyes out, as she felt the cool dampness surrounding her, an ever-present reminder that she had wet the bed. The cool morning sun had just pierced her window, not yet providing warmth to the room. Isabelle shouted, through her tears, as loudly as she could muster. "MOOOMMMMM MMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!! MOOOOMMMMMMMM MMEEEEEEE" Each call was layered by sobs, by harsh crying sounds. Isabelle was a mess, and threw her comforter off of her, as she sat upright, in the middle of a huge, wet circle surrounding her. Jane, for her part, woke up instantly at the sound of her daughter's cries. Jane didn't stop to think. No, instinct kicked in, and Jane was out of the bed, and out of her room, before she knew what time it was or what was going on. Jane sprinted down the hallway to Isabelle's bedroom, pushing the door open, and finally seeing her daughter. It was a relief in part, that Isabelle appeared safe. Her daughter had not been kidnapped, there was no stranger in her room. Isabelle was not bleeding, did not fall out of the bed and break a bone, and was not, generally in peril. Jane's mind had immediately registered the worst, and seeing her daughter - though crying, and 'Oh baby...she wet the bed' - was safe, instantly calmed Jane down. Isabelle saw her mom come into the room, looking scared and frightened. Her mom had been leaning forward as she entered the bedroom, her head whipping through the door before her body could even fit. But her mom's terror dissipated, and was replaced by a warm, loving smile. Isabelle had hoped to see that smile first, but was glad it came anyway. Regardless, it did nothing to stop Isabelle's crying. In face, Isabelle started to cry even louder. "MOOOMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Isabelle continued to cry, as Jane made her way toward the bed. "I.....I......I......I........." Isabelle couldn't finish the sentence. She couldn't come to terms with what happened. But she knew she didn't really need to; it was pretty clear what happened. Jane was unfazed, but was processing how to move forward. She didn't want Isabelle to worry about something so silly, but also understood this was a pretty traumatizing event for a girl Isabelle's age. 'first comfort, then questions,' Jane decided, sitting down on the bed without a concern that her right thigh was basically laying entirely on her daughter's wet sheet. "Sweetie come here," Jane said, pulling her daughter in tight. 'Now is no time for modesty I suppose,' Jane decided, shifting her daughter from where Isabelle was on her knees, hugging her, by pulling her left arm underneath Isabelle's butt, and sitting Isabelle on her lap. Isabelle allowed her mom to maneuver Isabelle's body, and simply wrapped her arms around her mom. Jane's decision was fruitful, as she was able to cup her daughter's sweetnight as she lifted Isabelle onto her lap, identifying what the issue was immediately: over capacity. Jane didn't start to talk for a while. Instead, she simply squeezed her daughter tightly against her chest, rocking her slowly to help Isabelle down. "Shhhhhhhhh Shhhhhhhhh Shhushhhh baby.....Its okay. Its okay....Shhhhh Shhhh Shhh......It was an accident. Its not a big deal. Mommy isn't mad. You shouldn't be sad. Its okay....Its okay..Shhhhhh.Shhhhhhhhh...Shhhhhh." Jane held Isabelle, repeating those words for the better part of five minutes, waiting for Isabelle's heart rate to slow down. Jane could feel the rate of tears dripping down on to her shoulder slow, as well as the volume of snot fall from her daughter's nose on to her slowly cease. Jane could feel Isabelle's heart pressed against her go from rapid beating to slowing down as Jane continued to rock her daughter in her arms. Finally, Jane could feel Isabelle's vice grip around Jane's neck loosen, allowing Jane some room to mover her neck comfortably. But Jane simply continued to hold Isabelle. Hold her, love her, and let her daughter know that she was there, for probably another five minutes. Isabelle finally appeared to settle down enough for Jane to shift Isabelle's head off of her shoulder, but keeping Isabelle on her lap. Jane continued to feel the massive weight of her daughter's sweetnight laying against her thigh, the liquid contained with in being slightly forced out through the shell and onto her thigh under the pressure of Isabelle's weight. Jane brushed her daughter's hair to the side with her left hand, before wiping a solitary tear off of Isabelle's face. Jane's smile never left her face. "Sweetie. Its okay. It was an accident." Jane repeated once more, the words an obvious comfort to her daughter. "And it isn't your fault sweetie. That's why you have your sweetnights. This one was just too full. Its okay baby!" Jane said, pulling her daughter's back in for another hug. Jane was, however, dubious. The sweetnight should have been enough for the whole night. More than enough, in fact. Especially with the new boosters she had taped in to each pair. 'They're practically diapers with those,' Jane thought to herself. 'How did this happen?' Jane was genuinely curious. Jane would need to explore this more later. For now, they needed to get ready for the day. "Sweetie, why don't you go into the shower and clean up, okay? Do you need mommy's help?" Isabelle pondered the question for a long moment, before deciding that she could do it by herself. "N....No......No...mommy. I can...can.....can....can do it." Isabelle said, as Jane helped her daughter to her feet. "Lets get these jammies off of you," Jane said, easing her daughter out of her long pink, and very wet sleeping shirt, before bending down and easing her sweetnight off of Isabelle. "Okay baby - go into the shower. Mommy will clean this all up - nothing to worry about." Isabelle scampered off. Jane took a deep breath, and started pulling Isabelle's pillows off the bed, as well as anything else that was dry. Jane picked up Rabbity, sniffing it, and deciding that Rabbity was likely fine - a miracle, before pulling the last of the dry linens off of the bed. Jane then pulled the fitted sheet at the corner, scooping up the two sheets on the bed, and setting them on a pile on the floor. Jane then worked to take off the plastic sheet she had added to the bed off as well. 'Thank goodness I put this on. Her mattress looks perfect.' Jane said, applauding herself for the decision. Finally, Jane worked to take the cover on Isabelle's comforter off, as it had gotten a little wet as well, before adding it to the pile on the floor. Jane lifted all of the sheets into Isabelle's laundry basket, picking up her daughter's clothes from the night prior, and wet pajamas from that morning as well. Seeing no reason that the sweetnight couldn't be carried with the laundry, Jane threw that on top as well, and carried the heavy load down to the basement. On the way, Jane could hear the water in the bathroom shower running, and some sobs echoing from the room as well. 'Poor girl...' Jane thought, as she descended the stairs to the basement. Jane set the basket down in the laundry room before carrying the soaking wet sweetnight over to the garbage. It had become routine for Jane to throw Isabelle's sweetnights out in the big garbage bin - her daughter seemed to just leave them on the floor wherever she took them off. Jane hoped Isabelle could show a little more responsibility with them, but hadn't yet. Jane wasn't going to stress Isabelle more about her daughter's bedwetting though. Jane returned to the laundry room, and started to sort the sheets and other laundry, before putting a load of the wet things in, and starting the wash. As she made her way upstairs, Jane considered how it was possible that Isabelle had overfilled the sweetnight, landing on only one possibility. 'She had to have wet it before she went to bed,' Jane decided. 'Maybe no more drinks before bedtime either......I'll need to get more involved I think.' Jane wanted to see what Isabelle had to say, however. Jane made her way back upstairs, and opened the door to Isabelle's bathroom. "Everything okay in here sweetie? I ran the wash and your bed is fine. No harm done! But we need to get going so we can get dressed and ready for school, okay baby?" Jane waited for a response, and after about 15 seconds, she received it. "Okay mommy." Jane closed the door and made her way to Isabelle's room, deciding to pack her school bag for her, as well as her overnight bag. Jane collected Isabelle's journal from her desk, opening her bag to put it in. As she did so, Jane noticed that Isabelle's Emerald Chronicle book was in her bag. Jane turned a little red at the sight of it - she had been nervous to buy that book for Isabelle. 'It is kind of a little inappropriate.' But her daughter had insisted. Jane simple hoped the other moms in her class didn't find out, or, wouldn't judge Jane for it. Jane continued packing, switching over to Isabelle's overnight bag. Jane hoped Isabelle had not forgotten about her sleepover tonight. 'Is it really fair to Jess though,' Jane wondered, 'with Isabelle having all these problems....' Jane felt torn. She felt she should be there for her daughter. 'I should cancel....its the right thing to do....I'll call Jess first though." Jane decided. Just in case, Jane packed the overnight bag, adding two extra sweetnights for emergency use. Jane was zipping up the overnight bag when Isabelle made her way back into the bedroom. Jane gave her daughter another hug, "lets get you dressed for the day!" Jane was trying to exude enthusiasm, to keep her daughter's mood high. Jane turned back to the dresser, and for a moment, just one moment, Jane had to ask herself a question. 'Do I need to send her to school in a sweetnight?' The question was asked in Jane's mind quietly; it was barely as whisper in Jane's mind. But the thought had made its way in, and it was not leaving. It was demanding an answer. Rather than allow it to get louder, Jane answered. 'No. No no no.....Absolutely not. Nothing has happened to suggest she needs that during the day. Its just a nighttime issue.' Jane wasn't sure if she was trying to convince herself or the voice in her head. Either way, she was settled - 'I'm not sending my big girl to school in protection. She's been through enough.' Jane didn't notice, but her hand was resting on the drawer with the sweetnights. She shook herself out of it, and moved it toward the drawer with Isabelle's panties instead, pulling out a pair, before searching the other drawers and pulling out a pair of purple leggings with colorful stars on them, and a white t-shirt Jane had recently bought. Jane took the panties and bent down, holding them open for Isabelle. For her part, Isabelle didn't act as if it was out of the ordinary, simply letting her towel fall to the ground, and stepping into the panties, one leg at a time, and allowing her mom to slide them up her legs. As her panties settled against her, Isabelle couldn't help but still feel naked. Jane repeated the process with Isabelle's leggings, rolling them so Isabelle's foot went straight through the leg hole at the bottom, before handing Isabelle her own shirt to put on, as well as a pair of pink socks. "You put those on yourself baby. Mommy needs to get dressed too." Jane disappeared, leaving Isabelle alone to pull her socks on. Isabelle sat on the floor as she undid the bundle, content to put her socks on herself. Isabelle then put her shirt on, and stood up, feeling much better. Isabelle had continued crying in the shower, but at some point, had simply run out of tears. The warm water from the shower felt nice against her skin, which was still moist from laying in her pee for who knows how long. Isabelle couldn't understand how this happened. She felt mad at her sweetnights for letting her down. Isabelle took a minute to compose herself in her room, before she made her way downstairs. Isabelle could hear her mom on the phone as she approached the kitchen, wondering who she could be on the phone with so early in the morning. ".......No I mean..........Of course I want to, but it isn't...............I am not being ridiculous...................but.......well............Okay. Okay okay okay. You win. Fine." Jane repeated. Isabelle didn't think her mom sounded mad, but the conversation was very confusing. "Yes.......Yes......I did...........packed extra for you.........drop off after I leave work..........hair appointment.......yes my head," Jane scoffed, ".......and I'll be sure to tell her to behave.......Ya.........Yah that will be nice.........Of course. Okay.....And Jess....Thank you." Jane hung up the phone, and turned to her daughter with a big smile. "That was Jess sweetie. She was calling just to say how excited she was that you were going to stay with her tonight! Becky hasn't stopped talking about her big sleepover, and Jess is so happy you'll be over to help her!" Jane said, keeping her strategy of enthusiasm up. "Aren't you just SO excited!" Isabelle had been excited. She was excited to show her mom and Jess that she could be a responsible babysitter again. But after this morning, Isabelle was feeling very vulnerable. "Mom...my.....Do I need to sleepover? Can't you pick me up on your way home?" The question broke Jane's heart. Her daughter was calling, asking for her. But Jane knew it would be better for Isabelle - and her - for her daughter to sleepover. "No sweetie I can't. Mommy is going to be very late, well past your bedtime," Jane explained, but wanted to offer a more compelling reason. "Plus Becky would be so sad in the morning if she woke up and you were gone. That wouldn't be very nice. would it?" Isabelle pondered the question. Her mom was right - that wouldn't be very nice. More importantly, it wouldn't be very 'mature babysitter behavior,' Isabelle concluded. 'It's like mom is always saying, sometimes when you grow up, things happen...like babysitting jobs!.....what was the other part......Oh ya! Things happen when you grow up, and you just need to accept them.' Isabelle wanted to show her mom she was a big girl, especially this morning, and so nodded. "Okay mom. That does sound fun anyway," Isabelle admitted. Isabelle sat down as her mom prepared breakfast, content to do nothing but let her head rest in her hand. Jane put Isabelle's cereal down in front of her, as well as her toast with strawberry jam. Isabelle looked at her toast and noticed that her mom had drawn a smile on each piece of toast with the jam, prompting a giggle out of Isabelle. "You're so silly mommmmm" Isabelle said, as she giggled again taking a bite out of the toast. It warmed Jane's heart to hear her daughter laugh again. Isabelle finished her breakfast as Jane sipped her coffee. "Go to the bathroom sweetie, and then we're off to school." Isabelle nodded, lowering herself off of the kitchen stool, and making her way to the bathroom on the first floor. Isabelle closed the door behind her, and sat down on the toilet. Within a few minutes, Isabelle had peed and pooped. Isabelle wiped herself, and washed her hands, before making her way back to the kitchen where she saw her mom loading the dishwasher. "Okay buttercup, let's get moving. Out out out out the door!" Jane said playfully, as she chased Isabelle to the front door, grabbing her daughter's bags along the way. *** Miss Jenny's class that morning had been a lot of fun! Isabelle welcomed the distraction. After the morning Isabelle had, Isabelle had a hard time leaving her mom as she dropped her off that day. Isabelle wasn't sure if it was made better or worse when her mom got out of the car to give her a big hug, before reminding Isabelle that Jess would be the one picking Isabelle up right after school - no library time. "Be on your best behavior for Jess tonight sweetie. And tomorrow, I promise well do something fun together! How does that sound?" Isabelle didn't audible answer; she just held on to her mom, and nodded into her neck. Miss Jenny's morning class started with reading groups again. Isabelle pulled her Cam Jansen book out, and flipped to the page she had left off at the prior class. Even though it wasn't Isabelle's turn to read, she had a better time with her group today. Alice was in Isabelle's group, and it had been her turn to read today. Alice, Isabelle learned, was a great reader, 'maybe the best in the class,' and she even did different voices for all the characters when she read. Isabelle wondered if she could do that too the next time it was her turn. 'It seems tough to remember which voice is for which person,' Isabelle thought. Alice even seemed to be more inclusive, at first, by reading one part directly at Isabelle. It made Isabelle feel a little better about her social situation. Alice finished reading early, and so Isabelle's group had some free time. Unfortunately, even though Alice had seemed a little more welcoming at first, the members of her group all seemed to gather together without Isabelle. It would have bothered Isabelle less than usual, if not for her morning. Isabelle tried to fight off thoughts of Mel, and how sweet her friend had been to her when Isabelle had her accident, but the memories were strong. Isabelle decided to take out her gel pens and color while she waited for Miss Jenny to shift activities. The latter part of the morning was spent working on the students' stories. Miss Jenny had picked three stories to work on that morning, none of which were Isabelle's. But it didn't matter - it was still fun to hear other peoples stories. The first story they worked on waws about a boy's pet turtle. That story had been particularly boring until the end, when the turtle tried to play volleyball. The class all had to work on spelling ten words from the story, including "volleyball," "turtle," and "beach." Miss Jenny had to spend extra time on the last word for some reason, explaining very clearly and loudly that it was supposed to be spelled with an "ea" and not an "it." Miss Jenny told the class to never spell it the other way, which was odd. Isabelle thought the boy - Ricky - who wrote the story's spelling was the correct one, so Isabelle was happy Miss Jenny taught her otherwise. The class then worked on sentence structure with the next two stories, one about a princess who could turn any vegetable into candy, and another about a blue duck who was being bullied by red ducks. Isabelle worked hard to learn where to place her verbs in a sentence, and more importantly, to include them. Miss Jenny also showed the class why using descriptive words was important, and how it could make a story better. Isabelle was all smiles by the time the lunch bell rang. Isabelle left her items at her desk, and stood up with the other students. Isabelle then made her way to the cafeteria, getting lost in the field of students that made their way there as well. Isabelle settled into the lunch line when she felt someone touch her arm. Isabelle turned, startled, to see that it was Charlotte, greeting her with a smile. "Hi Isabelle. Class was fun this morning, wasn't it?" Isabelle smiled in return. This girl did seem nice. " Hi Char...lie." Isabelle decided to try - it was what her friends seemed to call her, and Isabelle desperately wanted to fall into that category. Simply saying the nickname caused Isabelle to sweat, but she continued. "Ya! I really liked the story work were doing. I'm trying to harness the power of the princess from the second story right now, so I can turn our lunch into candy!" Isabelle's joke prompted a laugh out of Charlotte. 'Score!' Isabelle and Charlotte stood in line together, talking about school until they got their lunch. Today's menu was some sort of fried chicken sandwich, and it smelled amazing. "..So I start with the art program next week," Charlotte explained in response to Isabelle's question about what art program Charlotte was in. Isabelle was slightly disappointed - she had hoped Charlotte would be a dancer too. "I'm really excited. Apparently, Mr. Glick starts the first week with painting, which is my favorite!" Isabelle could feel the excitement radiate from the girl as she spoke. It made sense. Isabelle felt the same way about ballet. Isabelle could hardly believe that it had been three days without dancing, uncertain if she had ever gone that long before without a ballet class. "I'm excited for you! I'm also excited to start with Miss Amber's class next week." Charlotte turned to Isabelle, "I didn't know you were in the advance ballet group. That's SO cool." Charlotte said. Isabelle smiled, feeling good about herself. She needed any boost she could get today. Isabelle followed Charlotte to the same table Isabelle had sat the prior day. Finding herself more comfortable sitting on the end, Isabelle took a place next to Charlotte, allowing the girl to lead her into the table. Though she felt better about having somewhere to eat, the lunch did not offer her the type of comfort and comradery she had been used to. Isabelle remained silent for most of the period, offering the occasional affirmation, head shake, or smile when she felt it was appropriate. Isabelle was already missing class, and was definitely feeling an emptiness inside that she knew only her old friends could fill. So it was, when Isabelle felt her bladder ping in a bit of urgency, she gladly excused herself from the table, and made her way quickly to the bathroom near her classroom. Isabelle didn't mind that the lunch period was still running a little longer; she was content to get to the bathroom, and truth be told, felt more comfortable sitting by herself on the toilet seat than she did on the bench with her classmates. Isabelle's pee echoed off of the toilet bowl in the empty bathroom, as she rested her head in her hands, her arms propped up be her legs. The echo served as a reminder that she was on her own. Isabelle missed her visits to the bathroom with Dani and Lola. Dani was so outrageous all the time, Isabelle used to spend more time on the toilet laughing than peeing. Lola was also a great bathroom partner; she was normally so reserved, but she would always spill her heart out in the bathroom or locker room. Isabelle swung her legs as they dangled above the floor, pretending to dance, and thinking of her friends, as she continued to pee in silence. *** Isabelle's afternoon classes with Miss Jenny started off the same way they ended - more stories. That brightened Isabelle's mood almost immediately. Isabelle was made even happier when it was revealed that they would be working on spelling from her story. Miss Jenny took the time to read Isabelle's story first. Isabelle was proud of it, and could tell other students were very impressed with her writing. Miss Jenny then provided the class with another ten words to word on. Isabelle was a little embarrassed at the mistakes the made, but, it made her feel better that her mistakes were mostly with really long and hard words. 'Miss Jenny even said the same thing,' Isabelle noted to herself, as she had to erase the mistake she made spelling the word "eight" again with her pencil. 'What a silly way to spell that word.' Miss Jenny apparently agreed, and for the next topic, the class worked on something called "homophones," which Isabelle and a few other students laughed about. 'It's a silly sounding word,' Isabelle thought. But the concept was really cool - the entire lesson was all about words that sound the same, but are spelled differently. Isabelle never knew that existed - "I just thought you spelled them the same if they sounded the same," Isabelle answered, when Miss Jenny had asked the question. "Most people do Isabelle, very good!" Miss Jenny responded. 'But that's why we come to school, we get to learn how to spell each unique word, even if it does sound like another word." So the class proceeded through a work sheet that Miss Jenny handed out on homophones. 'Miss Jenny seems to have a work sheet or stencil for everything!' Isabelle thought, as she worked through this particularly challenging one. 'I wish all schools did this!" As the afternoon went on, Miss Jenny shifted to other subjects, and Isabelle lost interest. While they were halfway through their math lesson, Isabelle had to raise her hand to use the bathroom, finding that she rather urgently needed to go. Once she had permission, Isabelle made her way to the toilet to pee, but unfortunately all the stalls were occupied. Isabelle waited the best she could, but her need became more urgent. Isabelle started dancing from foot to foot, waiting as patiently as she could, but her need was becoming desperate. Just when Isabelle thought of finding another bathroom, she heard one of the toilets flush, and the door started to open. Isabelle made her way to the stall, only to find a familiar face pop out. "Oh Hi Isabelle!" Miss Amber said, enthusiastically, seeing the small girl in front of her. Amber immediately recognized what was going on, Isabelle bouncing from one foot the other other, and a hand pressed against her crotch. "I thought you were practicing your dancing out here! Go ahead sweetie!" Isabelle didn't need to wait to be told - she went right by Amber, pulled her pants and panties down, and jumped on the toilet. As she did, Isabelle noticed she had forgotten something. 'I forgot to close the door!' Isabelle was sitting on the toilet and had already started peeing, so could not do anything about it. Amber however, saw the problem and walked over, holding the door shut. "Isabelle! You need to make sure to close the door. I've got it....don't worry." Isabelle was too embarrassed to respond, but managed to squeak out a "thank you!" Isabelle wrapped up her business, before pulling her pants back up, and making her way to the bathroom door. "All done, you can let go!" Amber released the top of the door, letting Isabelle out. "You need to lock it before you sit next time," Amber said stifling a laugh. Isabelle didn't notice, and simply nodded, before leaving and going to the sink to wash your hands. "Okay good. I hope that when you come to my class next week, you pee before you come. The only happy feet I want to see are dancing ones." Amber said, before leaving. Isabelle was unphased by the remark, but made a mental note to herself that Amber was right - Isabelle should probably pee before her dance classes started next week. With that, Isabelle finished drying her hands and made her way back to Miss Jenny's class. The remainder of the afternoon passed without much to report. Isabelle did her best to focus on class, but found it hard. She was feeling rather tired; it felt like the day had been going on forever. Isabelle was relieved when the bell at the end of the day rang, and started to pack her things up. "Okay everyone. Before you leave. Remember - starting next week, you start your arts programs in the afternoon. So we only have morning class. Be sure to get here on time, because we are going to be starting right away next week. And have a great weekend everyone." Isabelle finished packing her things, and made her way over to Charlotte's desk. "Her Char..lie. I brought you the Emerald Chronicle book. You said you wanted to borrow up," Isabelle said, offering the book to Charlie at her desk. Charlie looked at Isabelle, and back at the book, and then to Isabelle again, her eyes going wide. 'Shoot. Did I do something wrong?' Isabelle wondered. 'I cant afford to keep making mista... Isabelle was cut off as Charlie stood up, and hugged Isabelle tightly, screaming "Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou! This is amazing Isabelle. I PROMISE to return it in perfect condition." Isabelle watched as Charlie stuck it in her desk, and turned back to Isabelle "I just can't bring it home, or else my mom will get made at me! I'll start reading it next week at lunch. Can I ask you questions if I have any?!" Charlie asked Isabelle, her excitement not going away. "Sure!" Isabelle responded. It felt like Isabelle was finally making a friend, so she would be willing to do almost anything to keep that going. 'Plus I love talking about the Emerald Chronicles. So it literally would be my pleasure.' Charlie waved goodbye and ran out the classroom door, her joy exuberant. Isabelle made her way out of class too, waving goodbye to Miss Jenny along the way. Isabelle was about to head to the library when she remembered that Jess was picking her up right after school, and so instead headed to the front of the school where the kids signed out. As Isabelle rounded the corner, she spotted Jess immediately, who was first in line to check Isabelle out of school. Jess was wearing a pair of tight black yoga pants, and a cute, fashionable black top. Isabelle waved vigorously at Jess, who held her arms out for a hug. In response, Isabelle jogged toward Jess and jumped up into her arms, Jess lifting Isabelle up in the air with ease. "Hi Jess! You're first in line! That's crazy!" Isabelle said, as Jess placed her down on the grown, and signed her out with Miss Amber. "Well I was just too excited to spend the rest of the day with you! Now come, we have to go pick Becky up at pre-school. Can you be my helper?" Jess asked Isabelle, as she took Isabelle's hand and walked her out of the school. Isabelle liked being thought of as a helper. "Yes! I'll be the best helper!" Isabelle shouted in response. Isabelle continued to hold Jess's hand, but was jumping around, spinning, and full of energy. Something about leaving school re-energized her, and Isabelle was excited to spend to time with Becky as well. Jess simply laughed, and pushed the door to the school open, putting on her sunglasses, and pulling Isabelle toward her car. When they reached Jess's van, Jess walked Isabelle to the passenger side, opening the automatic door. Once the door opened completely, and before Isabelle could react, Jess picked Isabelle up and placed her into the seat behind the passenger. Only it wasn't just the seat of the car - there was a booster seat on it, and Jess had placed Isabelle on the booster, before reaching for the seatbelt, and buckling Isabelle in. "There we go," Jess said, before pushing the button to close the door. Isabelle settled herself into the booster seat, noting its distinct advantage for peering out the window. 'It does boast a better view.' Isabelle saw no reason to complain. Looking over at the other middle seat, Isabelle could see Eric's car seat - 'It's not as if I'm stuck in one of those.' Jess entered the driver's seat, turning to make sure Isabelle was okay. "All set?" Isabelle nodded. Jess smiled, turning the car on, and offering one last "Off we go then!" 6 Link to comment
Kahlez Posted May 17, 2023 Share Posted May 17, 2023 1 hour ago, Olympiczero said: beach with an "ea" and not an "it" For some reason it took me a couple of seconds to realize why getting too late again xD 1 hour ago, Olympiczero said: The remainder of the afternoon passed without much to report. Isabelle did her best to focus on class, but found it hard. She was feeling rather tired; it felt like the day had been going on forever. Isabelle was relieved when the bell at the end of the day rang, and started to pack her things up. I am not sure if you did it on purpose or not. Maybe its also just me but this chapter gives me the feeling Isabelle is not ready for school yet or more likely anymore mentally. Could be a sign that she mentally is still regressing even without her slippers and that maybe it cant take long for her body to follow. It does sound a lot like she is sooner than later with Becky in pre-school if I had to guess. The day before she was relative fine in school so that why I think that is not a good sign. 1 hour ago, Olympiczero said: Eric's car seat - 'It's not as if I'm stuck in one of those.' sooner or later... there is a chance 1 Link to comment
BabySofia Posted May 18, 2023 Share Posted May 18, 2023 3 hours ago, Kahlez said: sooner or later... there is a chance I'd say a 100% chance she'll be sitting in one of those before long! Enjoying the new chapters! 🙂 1 Link to comment
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