Olympiczero Posted April 21, 2023 Author Share Posted April 21, 2023 The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 14 "So what should we eat tonight?" Dani was always focused on the food. It was her way. And Isabelle loved that about her friend. Isabelle smiled at her friend, thinking of a response the question. Dani was a tremendous friend, but an even bigger goofball. Lola laughed, her mind likely processing the same thoughts as Isabelle's, before suggesting that they should order in Greek food, or something like that. Isabelle had no objections. Isabelle was grateful, in moments like this, for Dani. The truth was, Isabelle had been quite reserved since her mom sputtered up the long driveway to Dani's house, and Isabelle had rung the bell at the gate to let her friend know she had arrived. Once admitted, Isabelle forwent the offer of a lift from her mom to the house, opting instead to trek up to the steps to Dani's Tudor style, well, mansion. Isabelle had wanted some time alone. Some quiet. Between everyone treating her younger than she was, and the bladder events of the previous day, Isabelle had not slept well, and her mind was not at ease. After waiting in the bathroom for an opening the prior afternoon, Isabelle had darted up the stairs with her wet clothes, managing to avoid her mom's gaze. She had changed, and found an excuse to do laundry under the auspice of wanting to have her favorite pajamas clean for the sleepover. Isabelle had tugged at the strap to her bag, weighing heavily on her shoulder, as she journeyed up the inclined driveway toward the front door of the house. She hoped her excuse hadn't raised any eyebrows from her mom. It was certainly odd behavior. While Isabelle had favorite pajamas, she wasn't picky about what she wore normally. Though, Isabelle did really like them - they were her most comfortable. In an effort to avoid a third bladder problem, Isabelle had set an alarm the prior night on her phone, to ensure she didn't oversleep, and need to rush to the bathroom. When she woke up to the alarm at 4, she dragged herself to the bathroom - just in case of course - despite feeling no need to pee. After sitting on the toilet, without success, Isabelle pulled her panties back up, and flopped her body back into bed. not before setting another alarm at 6 and repeating the same process, again without success. After tossing and turning for an hour or more, Isabelle got out of bed at 7:20, and went back to the bathroom, managing to pee that time. She chalked the prior day's incidents up to a series of unfortunate events, though the trauma of actually letting pee out into her panties left an emotional wound that wouldn't leave her so quickly. She was feeling disappointed in herself as well, having left such a mess in the kitchen the day prior. 'Mom was actually really mad. I don't remember letting her down like that in....a long time.' She was perplexed that she had just left all that food out on the counter. The leftovers could have gone bad if her mom hadn't caught her silly mistake. Isabelle was also disappointed that she had essentially wasted the last two days away. She had committed herself to investigating some possible explanations as to why her mom, friends, and well...just about everyone it seemed, were treating her younger than she was. She had intended to formulate a plan of attack to investigate this...'conundrum! That's the word' but hadn't yet done so. All in all, it had not been the best two days. 'It'll be better tonight,' she told herself, though she wasn't that confident. Just about the only thing Isabelle had convinced herself of was that she could not confront anyone about what was going on. 'With the age thing,' Isabelle clarified. 'Nothing else is going on.' At least she told herself as much. Nevertheless, if her friends were in on the prank, they wouldn't confess unless Isabelle had some evidence. And if it was something else, well, they might think she was nuts! No, it was better to learn more first, and then present her case. 'It's like Rover-Roo always says, "All conundrums leave clues, and I'll discover them.' Isabelle had managed to climb to the house, and was welcomed by Dani and Lola as she came in to the entry room, and dropped her bag. "You can leave that there," Dani mentioned, "Estelle will take it up to your room.' Isabelle always felt a little awkward when Dani hosted the sleepover, as her family had help around the house. Isabelle was plenty capable of carrying her own bag, but she did as Dani said, and placed it down. 'It was feeling a tad heavy,' Isabelle thought, grateful to get it off her shoulder. Despite being happy to be with her friends, Isabelle had been quiet for most of the night leading up to the dinner conversation. She listened silently as Dani and Lola spoke about the placements that would be announced on Monday for the season's shows, spoke about upcoming classes they would have together, and chatted about different students, and of course, boys. If they noticed that Isabelle had not been contributing, they didn't say anything. Isabelle's mind was still elsewhere, coping with her stressful week. Isabelle's trance was broken when Lola followed up with her. "Iz, does that work?" Isabelle shook herself out of her haze, and cluelessly looked at her friend. Lola must have picked up on it. "Earth to Iz - welcome back! We're getting Greek. Are you okay with the chicken gyro? It comes with some fries and a little salad I think." 'That does sound good,' Isabelle thought, noticing she was indeed hungry. "That sounds great," Isabelle responded. "I'm going to go to the bathroom, I'll be back." Abruptly, Isabelle stood up and headed toward the nearest bathroom, which was actually quite far, relatively speaking, from the living room where the girls had been hanging out. 'I should just go in case,' Isabelle concluded, not wanted to risk even coming close to the problems of yesterday at Dani's house. Isabelle briskly made her way across the foyer, noting that her bag was no longer in the entryway. She slipped through the empty kitchen, past the stairs to the wine cellar, and around a corner before coming face to face with one of the many guest bedrooms. Isabelle made one more turn to her right, and into the half-bathroom next to that guestroom. Isabelle shut the door behind her, and sat down on the toilet. She didn't need to pee, but there would be no harm in sitting there. As she did, she distracted herself with the ocean blue tile that covered the walls, tracing a line with her mind through the perfectly smooth grout between the tiles. 'It's like going through one of those drawing mazes," she thought, giggling to herself. Isabelle's mind continued to get lost, tracing her way across the bathroom, from one end, up and around the sink - 'don't wanna get trapped!' - and back around to the toilet seat where she was sitting. At that moment, Isabelle felt a spurt of pee come to her 'that was unexpected' before she wiped up, and washed her hands and headed to return to her friends. When she got back, Isabelle was feeling a little more confident with herself. The risk of peeing now out the door, Isabelle was able to finally relax with her friends, laugh at their silliness, and generally engage with them better than she had before. "So what do you think we should do tonight?" Isabelle asked the group, open to suggestions. The usual ideas were thrown out - "movie night," "baking fancy desserts," "late night swim in the pool and hot tub." Whatever it was going to be, Isabelle was excited. Before they could settle on anything, the girls' attentions were re-directed to a bell ringing, notifying them that their food had arrived. Dani hopped up off the couch, and went to the intercom at the front door to let the driver in the gate, directing him to leave the food at the front door. Dani had already paid online, including the tip, and her family was pretty serious about not opening the door for delivery people. After Dani spied that the gate had closed behind the delivery person, she opened the door and retrieved the parcel of food left behind. Lola and Isabelle followed Dani as she carried the food into the kitchen, and set about unpacking the bag on the big center island. Dani handed them each their food as they assumed their regular places around the island, Isabelle hopping up and sitting with her legs crossed underneath her on a rectangular, black hardwood stool. Isabelle opened up the plastic takeout container housing her food. "This looks fantastic Dani! Where is it from?" Isabelle asked her friend, as she picked up a french fry and began munching on it. "Its from a new Greek place, not too far from here. My family tried it on Tuesday, and everything was great!" The girls each dug into their food, and slowly but surely, the conversation was replaced by the sounds of chewing. Isabelle herself was loving her chicken gyro. Embarrassingly, the very first bite Isabelle had resulted in a glob of tzatziki being pushed around her mouth on her face, though it didn't stop her from eating. As she pulled back the gyro, however, she couldn't help but notice as Lola had a little snicker at the mess on her face. 'I'll get it later,' Isabelle concluded, as she continued to eat her gyro, fries, and pick at the salad. 'Dani was right - this is fantastic.' Having finished their meals, Dani went about collecting everyone's empty takeout containers. "Looks like you got more on you than in you," Dani remarked, as she collected Isabelle's. Lola laughed, and Isabelle herself couldn't help but smile. By the time she was done, the tzatziki was not only on her face, but all over her hands too. Isabelle scanned her friends hoping for the same result, but to no avail; it appeared they were far cleaner eaters than she. "Yah haha." Isabelle responded. "That was a little messy, I'll go wash up." Isabelle headed to the sink, grabbed a single paper towel from a roll nearby, and started wiping her face off. Isabelle then turned to the sink, intending to turn it on, but not seeing how. There was no lever, and no indication on how to start it. 'What on earth am I supposed to do with this?' she thought. "Dani, how does this thingy turn on?" Isabelle asked. Before Dani could answer, Lola chimed in. "Just wave your hands underneath it. It'll automatically turn on." 'That's neat,' Isabelle thought, before doing as instructed. And, as Lola stated, the water began running as soon as her hands were under the faucet. "Sorry Iz" Dani piped in, "we got the new sink this week and its just not obvious." Dani added. Isabelle didn't case. "Yah, but its way cool" Isabelle responded. Isabelle took the time to wash every inch of her hands, not wanting to make s mess on any of Dani's family's nice furniture. As she did so, Isabelle's mind went back to the milk glass she had let tumble over on her own family's couch. 'That would be a much bigger issue here.' Having sufficiently cleaned herself up, Isabelle followed in tow as the girls made their way up the stairs and toward Dani's room. The girls had settled on having a late night pool session, followed by a movie night in the theater room downstairs. Isabelle thought it was a great plan, seeing as how the summer was nearly over, and there would be fewer swimming days left. The evening was still warm enough that the pool would be nice. There was only one issue. "Dani - I forgot to bring a bathing suit!" It was silly, really. Isabelle knew Dani had a pool, and the girls often swam in it. Normally, she would always pack a bathing suit, but tonight, for whatever reason, she had forgotten. Isabelle was also confronted with another realization - she needed to poop. Whenever she needed to, whether at Dani's or Lola's, she had a specific bathroom she liked to use. Here, it was normally the one down near the theater, as it felt the furthest away from the bedrooms upstairs. Isabelle was not going to hesitate tonight, however, considering everything that happened yesterday... "Not a problem. I'll, errr, find you one of mine, or maybe one of my old ones, that fits you." Dani said, skeptically. In truth, Dani thought, Isabelle could probably fit into a pair of Dani's swim bottoms, but the top would be an issue. And even if Lola had a spare, no one was going to fit into her tops. "Thanks Dani!" Isabelle said, trying to think of an excuse to leave the group as they went to change upstairs. They had just been downstairs, and it would be odd for Isabelle to turn around and go back down without explaining herself. Isabelle was struggling to come up with anything reasonable, that wouldn't arise suspicion. "uh.....I uh....my hands are still a little greasy. I'm going to head back down to wash them." It was the best she could come up with. Dani and Lola both turned on the staircase to see Isabelle having turned around and begin her descent. Isabelle couldn't see their reactions, but both had funny looks on their face 'Doesn't she know how to wash her hands?' Lola thought to herself. 'Whatever,' Dani, thought. 'Better be thorough then mess up some furniture,' she thought before calling back "sounds good. I'll see what I can find for you." Isabelle continued back down toward the kitchen in order to substantiate her fib. As she did, she could just barely overhear Dani and Lola as they continued to round the spiral staircase, up to Dani's bedroom, and conversed. "I doubt....anything....may have....in her clothes," Lola started. "Ya....see....much smaller...even me. I think....old....could fit....an idea" 'Were they suggesting that Isabelle couldn't fit into Dani's bathing suits? It couldn't be, as they had always been basically the same size.' Isabelle made her way quietly into the kitchen, even going so far as to turn the sink on in case her friends were listening. 'Not that they would be?' Isabelle thought, as she began doubting her own excuse. Nevertheless, Isabelle was confident that she could use Dani's bathing suits. More immediate concerns occupied her mind. Once she was sure that the girls had closed Dani's bedroom door behind them, Isabelle waved her hand under the sink rapidly to turn it off, and tiptoed as quietly as possible down the spiral staircase the bathroom, careful to step on the thig Persian carpet on each step so as to not make a sound. Once she reached the bottom, Isabelle deftly navigated her way down the main hallway, past the theater room, storage rooms, and the wine cellar, turning left down another corridor which headed toward the front of the house, turning once more to her right into a small half-bathroom that was secluded downstairs. Dani's basement had three bathrooms - two halves, and one full - and over the years, Isabelle had deduced this one to be the least popular. And so it became her favorite. Quickly as she could, Isabelle lifted the lid, sat down, and began to push. This was a delicate operation, and speed was of the essence. How long could she plausibly be washing her hands for? And so, as quickly and unladylike as she could, Isabelle pushed, grunted -"errrrmmmph" - and successfully made her deposit - 'Ew, I sound like mom' - into the toilet, on log after the next. The process was not comfortable, and was a little noisy, but the relief was immediate. In fact, Isabelle hadn't realized how badly she needed to go. No matter. It was done now. Isabelle wiped quickly, before closing the lid and flushing the toilet, turning to the sink as she did to wash her hands. Isabelle pumped the peppermint scented foamy soap into her hands, and rubbed them together under the warm water of a sink she actually knew how to operate, while also coming up with a fallback should she be confronted by her friends. Task completed, Isabelle retraced her steps as quickly as she could, back down the hallway, past the wine cellar, past the storage, past the theater the girls would get into later, and up the stairs. Isabelle placed each tip toe in seemingly the same compressed spot on the carpet covering the stairs she had on her way down, peaking up the center of the spiral in case her friends might be descending. Isabelle's heart was beating rapidly, the rush from her deception pumping her blood. Isabelle rounded the corner on to the main floor, feeling safe now that she was back to the floor she claimed she would be on. Isabelle then made a point of ascending the staircase to Dani's room with a little more noise. Isabelle wasn't sure why, but she felt if she was noisy on the staircase, her friends would assume that if she had gone downstairs, she would have been noisy too, and because there was no noise, Isabelle must not have gone downstairs. 'The logic,' Isabelle thought, 'is flawless.' Isabelle made her way to the top of the stairs, eyes focused on the golden chandelier that hung down the spiral staircase. Isabelle had always loved the chandelier. It was spectacular, with beautifully carved crystals hanging below each bulb, which seemingly floated in the air. Isabelle always thought it was so inviting, and she had always wanted to reach out and touch one of the crystals, but of course would not have ever done so. At the top, Isabelle turned to her left and headed down the hallway. She passed by Dani's brother's room, and then one guest room that was across from his. Isabelle then passed the large bathroom that the two siblings shared, and went straight into Dani's room, pushing the door open. Dani's room had always been spectacular. The design of the Murphy's house was such that there were almost two master bedrooms - one on each wing of the house. Dani's room had previously been Mr. Murphy's office, until he had sold his business. Dani's bedroom had originally been the guest room opposite Alex's bedroom, but as she got older, and as her father used the office less, her parents agreed she could turn it into a bedroom, letting them add an additional guest bedroom on that wing of the house. Alex never griped about it apparently, content in his smaller - yet still larger than Isabelle's - bedroom. As she turned the glass doorknob, and pushed the door open, Isabelle was confronted with the spectacular design of her room. She stepped onto the beautiful hardwood floors as she took in the room; the wide, spacious room stretched from one end of the house to the other; in front of her was Dani's queen size bed, flawlessly made on a four poster bedframe, with transparent drapes tied across that when hanging loose, created a magical look to the bed. The bed had few, but perfectly matching pillows, with one accent pillow - Dani refused more - that complimented the bed and eggshell white comforter perfectly. The bed was flanked on either end with stunning, antique nightstands. To the right of the bed, Dani and Lola stood in front of a full length mirror propped up against the wall, checking to see how their bathing suits fit and complimenting each other. Isabelle's gaze froze for a moment on her friends, and she smiled; 'they are so beautiful, inside and out!' she thought. Lola's frame and bust were fully accented in the textured white bikini she brought, and her long, think, dark wavy hair fell against it beautifully. Dani had put on a patterned aqua colored bikini, which she looked stunning in as well. 'Did her boobs get bigger?' Isabelle wondered to herself. Shaking her gaze way from her friends, Isabelle's eyes traced the wall to her right, moving from the gas, red brick fireplace that abutted the front of the house, toward the near wall to her right which had a door to Dani's walk-in closet. Dani was really into clothes and fashion, and despite the closet being the size of a normal person's room, one could barely stand in there without feeling like an avalanche was going to come down on them. That said, Dani could navigate the closet as though she was Jacques Cousteau. Turning her head to the left now, Isabelle's eyes went to the near wall, which had a beautiful, new desk Dani had gotten just last year. Isabelle remembered being there when the movers had hauled it up the stairs, all six of them sweating profusely as they navigated the curves and halls as to not damage the house. An avid reader like Isabelle, the left side of the room had built in bookshelves, from floor to ceiling, and even one of those rolling ladders so that Dani could access the higher shelves that extended up the twelve foot ceiling. Isabelle had not confessed her love of, well, 'young adult' books with Dani, though they would spend time discussing other novels they enjoyed, Lola often falling asleep as they droned on. Finally, the far corner of the room contained a lamp and beautifully ornate arm chair, that Dani would spend hours in reading, napping, or scoffing down pizza or popcorn while she watched a movie on her laptop. "Iz! What took you so long?" Lola's question brought Isabelle back to reality, and she turned to her friends, hoping she was not blushing too badly. Isabelle had been prepared for the question, though she hoped her excuse would be well taken "Oh, well the soap in the kitchen didn't seem to be helping, so I went and tried another bathroom." Dani looked at her friend skeptically. 'The soap in the kitchen was used to clean greasy dishes? How could it not work?' Dani shrugged it off. "Oh alright. Well, I tried finding some things for you, but I am not sure they are going to fit. This bathing suit is the best I could find that might fit you, and its new" Dani said, handing Isabelle a plain set of textured black bottoms and tops ('Prada', Isabelle noted). "....but just in case, I also found some of my old one-pieces that is probably more your size. I never cleared them out of my bathing suit section, since I never replaced them with new ones," Dani said, handing Isabelle a pastel-pink one piece, with a ruffled collar. Once her closet his capacity, Dani had a strict 'one piece in, one piece out rule.' That said, there was no such thing as 'no piece in, one piece out. "Why get rid of anything if I don't need to?" Dani would always say. 'More my size?' Isabelle thought, accepting the second bathing suit from her friend. But before she could say anything, Dani continued. "We'll meet you in the pool. Just wear whatever you prefer and meet us there," she finished before she and Lola flowed out of the room, Lola stopping at the door to turn back and blow Isabelle a kiss. Alone in Dani's room now, Isabelle was still processing the events that took place. Isabelle threw the one-piece suit on the bed, and went toward the mirror in the right corner of the room. She started stripping her pants and underwear off, kicking them to the side, and taking the bikini bottoms in her hand. They were stunning bottoms - a gold buckle on one side of the front, with a thicker side slowly thinking into strings on the side that she could tie at her hip. 'Dani really didn't think these would fit me. Which is so odd. We've been sharing clothes for years,' Isabelle questioned, stepping her right leg through the swimming bottom leg hole. 'This is a good place for me start,' Isabelle thought, thinking about her investigation. 'I'll have to explore this some more....they're not only pretending I am younger, but also smaller.' Isabelle was content to have a direction to go on. 'The cluefinders always say, it starts with clue number 1!' Pleased to finally have the semblance of a plan, Isabelle pulled the bottoms up, and started to tie them off on her left side. As she pulled the strings, however, she noticed the fit was not right. The bottoms were.....admittedly,......slightly too large. No matter how she tried to tie them off, something was wrong; they either hung way too loose when tied off "correctly," or, if she tied them to fit her, the fit was just all wrong. Isabelle began to dread what she might have to do. 'No. No not yet,' Isabelle thought. 'I'll just tie them somewhere between, and maybe they wont notice.' Pleased enough with her concession, Isabelle took her top off, and removed her shirt and bra, grabbing the bathing suit top. Isabelle slipped each arm through, and reach around to hook the top together. ... ... In truth, Isabelle didn't need to hook it to notice the problem right away; the top was far, far too large. While she could manage with the bottoms (though, those were not great), this top would NEVER fit. 'I mean, what is going on? How big did Dani's boobs get this summer?' Isabelle asked herself.' Isabelle was in shock. 'Dani did say it was new...maybe she got the wrong size? Or maybe her boobs just did get bigger...I had noticed them before," Isabelle thought, reflecting back to moments ago when her friends were in the room with her. Isabelle stood in front of the mirror, denying her present situation as best she could. 'There was no way this bathing suit was going to work.....and I really do want to swim with the girls.....' Isabelle's head slowly started turning over her right shoulder, back toward the bed, eyes fixed on the one-piece bathing suit. She had hoped the bikini would fit desperately, but now, she was without options. Slowly but surely, Isabelle dropped her head, and accepted her fate. Isabelle slipped her arms out of her top, daintily holding on to the shoulder strap, almost unwilling to let go. Before she knew it, Isabelle's grip on the top, and her resolve against the one piece, ceased to exist simultaneously, the top tumbling to the floor. Resigned to her fate, Isabelle undid the tie at her waist, letting the bottoms fall down her waist, nothing remaining to hold them in place. Before turning around, Isabelle lifted her head, staring into the mirror. She stood before it completely naked, and embraced the rare opportunity of staring at herself completely naked. Her eyes were drawn to, well, her welled up eyes immediately, a sadness residing in them about what had occurred. Once she was able to deviate her gaze, however, she noticed much more. The once-fading freckles on her face had seemingly made a come back, tricking down the sides of her nose and across her cheeks. It was subtle, and not quite prominent as they were in the childhood photos that adorned her house, but it was noticeable. Her button nose seemed more prominent, almost as if it was turned up a little more on the end, with a little more flush added just at it's peak. Her face, which had narrowed and become sharper over the last few years, had seemingly regressed into a fuller shape. It was by no means fat, but it had lost its more recent sharpness. 'Maybe I just gained a little weight,' Isabelle thought, not concerned in the slightest considering she would be dancing 5 days a week starting Monday. Isabelle fixed her hair, which was flailed to the side, noticing for the first time that it felt, looked, and well was, longer than she normally kept it. 'I do miss having longer hair,' Isabelle thought, at that moment, a smile emerging across her face, causing dimples to emerge. 'It's cute right now.' Isabelle was glad to feel any confidence with her appearance, considering all of these subtle changes she had not previously noticed. Isabelle's eyes traced down from her face, to her body. Disappointed that the top hadn't fit her, her eyes immediately went to her breasts. Admittedly, though very perky, they did appear smaller than normal. 'No, not smaller," Isabelle concluded, turning and examining them in the mirror, "just...less full." It was an odd deduction, and had she not been so focused on them, she wouldn't have even noticed. Isabelle diverted her eyes further down her body, noting that her vase shaped body had lost some of its contours, but not concerning herself too much with it. Her legs looked...the same at first - 'Maybe less...defined? muscular? I'm not sure,' before making her way to her feet, which oddly enough, seemed smaller. Isabelle laughed the last one off - 'that obviously isn't the case, all my shoes fit perfectly!' she thought. Content - if not confused - to move to another subject, Isabelle turned away from the mirror, and made her way to the bed. Taking a deep breath, Isabelle took the one-piece bathing suit, grasping it with each hand, rolling it down, and stepping each leg through so it could come on to her body. Feet now planted firmly on the ground, Isabelle pulled the bathing suit up her figure, pulling each strap over her shoulder. 'Of course it fits perfectly. Of. Course.' Isabelle turned back toward the mirror to assess the damage. The bathing suit was of exceptional quality, if not juvenile. And for some reason, the bathing suit made Isabelle feel as though all of her changing features were exaggerated. "I practically look like a tween in this," she thought, some sadness returning. 'But.....' Isabelle thought, starting to smile again, '.....the ruffles along the neck are really cute actually.' Isabelle's smile grew at the thought. 'And more importantly, my friends would never judge me.' Content - and now confident enough - Isabelle skipped out of the room and made her way out to the pool, through the sliding glass door in the kitchen. As she shut it behind her, Lola and Dani called to her. "Get in here you slow poke!" Lola called, "I need reinforcements." Lola was shielding herself from a cascade of splashing from Dani. "Never! Join the dark side Iz!" Dani screamed, continuing her relentless splashing attack. Isabelle just laughed. Her investigation would need to be postponed a bit - she had a friend to defend! The girl's pool session continued much as Isabelle would have expected; They splashed, they declared a cease fire; they swam; they playfully bounced a beach ball to one another, and then laid on pool mats, letting the hour or so of fun pass by in what felt like minutes. Having "pooled" enough, Dani announced it was time for the hot tub, and all three girls made their way to the pool stairs, and walked over the tub which sat above the pool, with a miniature waterfall cascading from it, to the pool. Isabelle loved the hot tub - it was one of her favorite things to do at Dani's. As she descended the stairs into the tub, the warmth of the water sent chills up her legs, and to the crown of her head. She eased her way in, before pushing herself forward on to her stomach, gliding to the far end of the hot tub, and twisting around to land smoothly with her butt on the built in bench, with the waterfall to her right. Isabelle always like to play a game to see if she could do the maneuver with one muscle motion, almost succeeding tonight but failing to rotate enough. Her friends came in after her, taking spots in a far more, well, conventional manner. "So Iz.....what are you going to do when you see Aaaaaaaaaavery on Monday?" Dani asked. The question itself was enough to turn her beat red. Lola had the audacity to add in a nice "ooooooohh" to boot. Dani didn't relent right away, "Going to ask him to show you some pictures of him from the beach?" This time, Isabelle didn't just get red, she snorted into a laugh, causing all the other two to join in laughing both with, and at her. Isabelle knew she would have to answer, but also, thought this would be a chance to learn what her friends thought of her, and/or how far they were willing to take this silly prank. "I don't know. I'm a bit nervous to be honest," Isabelle admitted, calculating her next words carefully. "I've never really had a crush on an...older boy before." Isabelle made sure to emphasize the word older, and paid close attention to her friends' reactions. "That's normal," Lola said. "To be honest, all you can do is just be yourself. You don't want to pretend you like things you don't just because you think he is more mature, because then you wont really be being honest with yourself. Just show him the real you - you're the best!" Lola added, with a smile. Isabelle felt butterflies in her stomach, and smiled back, thinking to herself 'Gosh I love Lola...that was sweet. But....not revealing enough." Dani joined in "Ya, and just make sure you never feel like he is pressuring you or anything. Whether its a guy in the same year, or older or younger, or whatever, just make sure you're comfortable." Isabelle nodded back. She and her friends had previously had such discussions. Still, neither of her friends was giving her enough information. She would need to press on. "I think I am going to try and find him and lunch. Maybe we can all show up together a little late and sit at whatever table he's at together, sort of force myself into the situation where we can talk. What do you think?" Lola nodded. "That sounds like a great idea Iz." Dani chimed in "That does sound smart. But I won't be able to join you. There was a problem with my schedule for next year, and I have an appointment to sort it out at lunch," she added disappointingly. Then a big smirk came across her face, "You'll just have to let me know how it goes!" Lola changed the topic. "How was your schedule Isabelle? Any interesting classes?" Isabelle saw an opening here, though at that moment, realized she had never even bothered to check it. Maybe that could work in her favor. "Oh! I actually forgot to look at it. What interesting classes might be on there?" "You didn't look at your schedule? I remember how excited you were last year to get your first one. Can't believe you didn't tear it open!" Lola said, laughing. Isabelle focused on her words carefully. 'First one....there it is, well, at least its a suggestion.' But before she could explore it further, a pang it her. 'Oh god. Why now!' Isabelle immediately recognized it. ('of course I did! I am an adult!') It was, of course, her bladder letting her know she needed to go. And now. Dani, seemingly unaware of her friend's newly noticed, urgent need, offered Isabelle the confirmation she needed, however. "Well, you're going to be taking Algebra 2, which is the worst," Dani said, with absolute dread, "and some other classes that I can't remember. You're better off stealing my notes rather than Lola's though, since I kicked her butt in those classes," Dani said sarcastically, before dutifully receiving a splash from Lola, with an added retort, "Did not." 'This was it. Confirmation. They think I am a sophomore. Time to explore this some -" Another pang, letting her know her bladder needed release. Isabelle pondered for a minute, "......I AM in a hot tub....no one would notice...and then I could figure out some more from them maybe....I could just...you know....let it....." .... ..... Isabelle snapped herself out of it. 'What the hell are you thinking, Iz? You aren't a kid. You can't pee in a hot tub!' Isabelle concluded, before standing up, the water dripping off from her one piece suit. "I'm heading in," Isabelle said, not denying why, "I need to pee!" Dani moved aside, letting her friend by, "Well by all means, don't do that in here." Isabelle made her way out of the hot tub, and grabbed one of the towels that lay on the nearby patio table. Drying herself as rapidly as she could, Isabelle worked her way up and down each foot, her legs, her body, and wrapped herself up with the towel. As she started to head in, she heard Dani behind her talking to Lola "......so cute in it...." but paid it no attention. Isabelle's need to pee was becoming more desperate, and she darted inside, making her way to the bathroom off of the kitchen that she had used to pee in earlier that evening. Closing the door behind her, Isabelle started to peel the wet one-piece bathing suit of of her, letting if plop to the ground, before sitting on the toilet, and releasing her pee. 'Well, I wish I could have asked them more about everything, but at least I learned something tonight,' Isabelle thought, grabbing toilet paper to wipe. 'They appear genuinely convinced I am a sophomore.' Isabelle was proud of her deduction, and it felt good to get some confirmation about her friends' thoughts. She just wasn't sure what that comfort meant, and what it meant might come to be. 8 Link to comment
keith60 Posted April 21, 2023 Share Posted April 21, 2023 i think isabelle is turning in to a baby Link to comment
diaper24/7 Posted April 21, 2023 Share Posted April 21, 2023 I see diapers in her future. 1 Link to comment
rather Posted April 23, 2023 Share Posted April 23, 2023 This slow burn is driving me mad! In a good way. 1 Link to comment
dmavn Posted April 23, 2023 Share Posted April 23, 2023 Love this story, wonder if the little girl she babysits wasn’t always so little… also, no you’ve gone and made me get the emerald chronicles… 1 Link to comment
Olympiczero Posted April 24, 2023 Author Share Posted April 24, 2023 10 hours ago, rather said: This slow burn is driving me mad! In a good way. You and me both! 4 hours ago, dmavn said: Love this story, wonder if the little girl she babysits wasn’t always so little… also, no you’ve gone and made me get the emerald chronicles… Glad you are enjoying! It begs the question, doesn't it? The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 15 The rest of the sleepover was really nice, though Isabelle was never quite at ease. The girls had each rinsed off from the pool quickly in the outdoor shower, and changed into their pajamas, Isabelle opting for a matching black and white set she had never remembered owning, but which was really cute. Isabelle never found another opportunity to probe her friends for more information. Not only did the opportunity not present itself, but if it had, Isabelle surely would have missed it. On top of this ridiculous age misunderstanding issue - which was preposterous of course - Isabelle was growing more and more concerned with not only the frequency, but the urgency with which she needed to pee. Its not that the situation was getting worse. Rather, it was that it was not getting better. 'Basically, since Wednesday night, it hasn't been very good.....and I can't figure out why. I've never had this before....Maybe I have a UTI or something?' Isabelle truly wondered In fact, the events of yesterday, when she had woken up twice, desperate to use the bathroom, were stuck with her - not to mention the fact that she hadn't completely, possibly by astronomical chance, freak mistake, had a tiny not-not noticeable issue with holding it...And tonight, she had to nearly run to the toilet from the hot tub just to make it in time. Sure, it didn't help that the one-piece bathing suit she was forced to wear had to be completely removed. But still......'perhaps its just stress, with me dealing with everything else going on....That's probably what it is. And at least it isn't getting worse.' That said, when Dani and Lola proposed making 'midnight milkshakes' to have with their movie, alarms went off in Isabelle's mind. Isabelle was not sure why she woke up with such a full bladder twice the prior day, but drinking a giant milkshake certainly wasn't going to help her cause. That said, she was definitely having a milkshake, because, well 'I'm not a sadist,' Isabelle concluded. As Dani and Lola began mixing together the ice cream ('hmmm mint chip!'), the milk, ice, and other ingredients, Isabelle took out her phone, feigning searching through social media. In reality, Isabelle had made a commitment to herself: 'there will be no pot - bathroom scares at her friend's house. God forbid I have a........at Dani's? Jeez....' Isabelle questioned whether she could come back from that. So, like a responsible young lady, Isabelle set some alarms. 'Well, why don't I just set a few. 2 AM....and Maybe 4 AM also.' ... ... ... 'at this point, might as well do 6 AM too. I mean, its just to get up and pee, and I'll go right back to bed!' It was, Isabelle concluded, the smartest thing to do. Dani broke Isabelle out of her intense thoughts, handing her a milkshake "Got something important on your mind there?" Dani joked. "I could practically see the gears in overdrive through your eyes." Isabelle merely laughed it off, "Ha Ha, very funny. I was just.....thinking about stuff." Lola jumped in, just as she passed them to head down the stairs, "The only thing anyone needs to think about is what movie we are going to watch tonight. What's it going to be ladies?!?!" She practically shouted, jaunting down the stairs. Dani and Isabelle laughed, following in tow. Ultimately, the girls settled on a movie called "Miss Granny." It was an adaptation from a South Korean movie by the same name. Lola recommended it after seeing it on Getflix the prior evening, and remembering that Victoria had recommended it after seeing it. So the three girls each settled into their respective movie chair, using the electronic pad on each to lounge the chairs out. As the movie played, all three thoroughly enjoyed their milkshakes. Isabelle couldn't get enough of it in fact, and embarrassingly, had sucked too much up at one point while laying, dribbling a little bit on her pajama shirt on accident. Her friends had not seemed to notice. They paused the movie at one point when Dani's parents came home, just long enough to politely say hello. When Isabelle had said hello, Ms. Murphy - who insisted they call her Ellen - eyes caught the stain on her shirt, and Isabelle went a little flush with embarrassment. Dani's mom hung around a bit longer to make sure the girls were okay, and let Dani know that Alex was staying over at his friend Lucas's, before leaving. After the movie had ended, the three girls, full, and tired, sluggishly made their way up the stairs toward their bedrooms. One of the materially different parts of staying at Dani and Lola's was, that each girl had their own bedroom. Isabelle always stayed in Dani's former room, the guest room adjacent to Dani's, whereas Lola preferred the larger of the two guest bedrooms on the other side of the upstairs hall. The girls said their goodnights, brushed and washed, and then headed to their respective bedrooms. Isabelle, however, did not get directly into bed. Instead, she waited until she was confident that enough time had passed, before heading to the bathroom. While Dani and Lola were perfectly comfortable peeing in front of her - and pee they did - Isabelle feigned no interest in peeing, before retiring to her room. That said, the milkshake had gone right through her, and she did in fact, need to pee. So, confident the other girls were in bed, Isabelle creaked her door open, slid out, and slipped into the bathroom. Using the light on her phone to guide her - she didn't want to turn the bathroom light on, lest light seep into Dani's room - Isabelle sat down on the toilet and started to pee. 'At least I'll get this all out of me now, so maybe I won't have to go again tonight.' It certainly made sense, but Isabelle was not so confident that she turned any of her alarms off. Isabelle wiped, flushed, and washed her hands quickly, before darting back to her room, and silently closing the door behind her. Before getting into bed, Isabelle had one more item to take care of. And so, Isabelle went over to her bag, shifted some clothes around, and claimed her prize - Rabbity, sitting at the bottom of the bag. She wasn't sure why, but, it comforted her to have Rabbity on the bed. Isabelle didn't hold Rabbity while she slept - 'I'm not a child' - it simply brought her comfort to have Rabbity watch over her. Treasure in tow, Isabelle climbed into the bed - literally, the bed was higher off the ground than usual - and positioned Rabbity on the far side of the bed, so Rabbity could survey the door properly. Isabelle checked her phone -'12:48 AM' - before setting it on the nightstand next to her. Finally, Isabelle pulled the covers over her, around her body, and tightly against her chest, cocooning herself in to the warm bliss of the bed. And within seconds, Isabelle was fast asleep. ... ... Isabelle shot awake at the very first sound her alarm had made. In fact, it had barely rung before she was up, turning it off as rapidly as possible as to not risk anyone else in the house waking up. Isabelle quickly uncovered herself, making sure not to knock Rabbity over, and made her way out of the bedroom, to the bathroom, using her phone light to navigate her way there. It had not even registered to Isabelle before she sat down on the toilet, but she in fact, did need to pee. 'Glad I set that alarm,' she thought to herself, though not willing to admit that she wouldn't have made it to the morning and been fine. 'Its not like I'd actually ever wet the bed. This was just insurance.' Isabelle wrapped up, and quietly and quickly made her way back to bed. It took Isabelle a little longer to get comfortable again, but after a half hour or so, she was fast asleep. ... .... *RING* *RING*. Grumpily, Isabelle blindly threw her hand out, reaching for her phone, finding it on her third attempt. Inadvertently, she had hit her hand pretty hard against the night stand on the second swipe, so her hand was throbbing while she shut the alarm off. '4:00 AM? Why am I up at 4:00...' It took a minute to register why. 'Oh ya.' With less energy than she had previously, Isabelle forced herself out of bed, throwing her legs over the side of the bed. With less grace, Isabelle opened her door, and hunchbacked, groggily shifted her body into the bathroom, closing the door behind her with a louder bang than she would have wanted. Isabelle say down on the toilet, and scrolled through some apps on her phone. Isabelle didn't feel the need to pee, but figured she was up and would try. And, after a few minutes of scrolling, Isabelle did in fact get a decent stream of pee going - more than she anticipated considering she had already peed twice that night. Convinced there were no more fluids in her body, Isabelle rose, flushed, washed, and heaved her body back to bed. This time, Isabelle simply fell forward on the bed, shifting her body to get in under the covers. Unfortunately, it took Isabelle quite a bit to fall asleep, and she was feeling aggravated that the sun would be up shortly. Eventually, though, she was back to dreamland. ... .... Isabelle's alarm had likely been blaring for a full minute or two before she even reacted. It felt like she had just fallen asleep, and here she was, awake again. Grumpy, tired, and uncomfortable, Isabelle grabbed her phone very aggressively, smacking the screen with her fingers until she hit the "off" button on the alarm. '6:02 AM. This was definitely overkill. I. am. exhausssssted...ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh' Isabelle's mind was hardly functioning as she repeated the process she had at 2 AM, and again at 4 AM, progressively with less grace. This time, however, Isabelle really didn't need to pee. Yet, she was simply content to sit on the toilet, almost catching herself falling asleep with her head in her lap. That was, until she was started awake by a few droplets of pee escaping her. Content with her results, Isabelle made her way back to the bedroom, not bothering to wash her hands again. She simply, well, didn't have the energy. Her mind, body, and very soul felt exhausted. And though she climbed back into bed hoping to fall asleep, sleep never came. Instead, she sat there, without a thought, without complaint, without moving, and watched the sun progressively rise and move across her room through the holes in the slated window shades. Isabelle stayed like that until she heard the door to Dani's room open up, and her friend make her way downstairs. Isabelle checked her phone - '8:14....I'm calling quits on this sleep thing. time to get up.' It took every bit of energy for Isabelle had to simply pull herself out of bed, as she set her bare feet on the ground, and managed to find the strength to lift her butt off of the mattress, Isabelle was confronted with her reflection; her appearance was much like it had been the night prior, the only differences being that she had obviously failed to tie her now wacky hair properly before she went to sleep, and that her eyes revealed her exhaustion. Isabelle looked away, embarrassed slightly by her own reflection, though admittedly finding herself cute otherwise. Isabelle took a deep breath, and made her way out of the bedroom, heading down to the kitchen. Isabelle was not surprised when she saw Lola already downstairs, chatting away with Ms. - 'I mean Ellen' - about who knows what. More surprising was the fact that Dani was also down there. More often that not, one of Lola or Isabelle left Saturday morning after sleepovers at Dani's while she was still in bed. But this morning, here she was, already sipping away at a cup of coffee. Isabelle made her way over to the coffee machine as she politely smiled and greeted her friends. Looking upward, Isabelle opened a cupboard, searching for a mug. Unfortunately for her, it seemed the mugs were kept on quite a high shelf - 'they must have been moved.' and Isabelle doubted she could reach it. As though sensing her dilemma, Ellen got up, came by and kindly took a mug down, sparing Isabelle the need to request one. "Thanks Ellen!" Isabelle said, graciously. "Not a problem kiddo,' Ellen replied, taking her leave, but not before mentioned "Don't have too much of that.' Isabelle ignored Ellen's warning, 'Coffee will be needed today,' and poured herself a generous cup, before shifting around to the island to chat with her friends. Isabelle noted the time on the microwave - 8:26 - and recalled her mom would be here before the end of the hour. Isabelle, exhausted from having woken up several times, spent her remaining time at Dani's simply listening to her friends chatter away. Isabelle's only contribution that morning was to confess that she hadn't slept great, and reveal that her plan for the day was to go to the school, and get some practice done in one of the small studios. Lola suggested she might be around as well, and they made a plan to connect if Lola ultimately joined. At 9:05, Isabelle's phone chimed, informed her that her mom was outside the gate. Isabelle let her know that Dani would open it for her - Isabelle was not going to be walking down the slope tonight - and headed upstairs quickly to get her bag, almost forgetting Rabitty on the bed. Isabelle said her goodbyes, and made her way out to her mom's car, Jane sitting in the front seat smiling. Jane noticed that Isabelle was very quiet in the car. In fact, Jane almost immediately recognized that Isabelle looked exhausted. "Did you not sleep well last night sweetie?" Jane asked. Isabelle barely showed energy enough to turn her head, but managed a "not great mom, but I'm fine." Her daughter three, deep yawn between Dani's and home suggested otherwise. "I'll be quick," Isabelle said to Jane, as they pulled into the driveway. Jane merely nodded, and waited for her daughter to come out with her ballet bag so she could drop her off at school. As Jane waited in the car, she took a moment to appreciate the beautiful day. Birds were still chirping away at the morning sun, which though warm to the touch, complimented the cool, breezy day. 'There would not be many more days like this,' she thought to herself, both grateful and dismayed by the seasonal changes. 'Before you know it, there will be snow on the ground." Jane then turned her eyes to the car clock - Isabelle was sure taking her time. Jane was appreciating a particularly aromatic, warm breeze that came through the driver's side window, when her daughter emerged from the front door. Isabelle had dressed for her weekend practice, rather than change at school. Jane watched as Isabelle made sure the door was locked behind her, before stepping down each step from the front door, her messy bun not quite tied as neatly as it usually was. Jane notice that Isabelle had also opted for the purple leotard that just this past week, she had looked at with disgust. Jane chuckled to herself, 'teens can be so moody sometimes,' before settling into a smile, thankful that it appeared to fit her so well. Isabelle had a pair of sweats on, covering her tights. But what truly brought a smile to Jane's face was that Isabelle was already wearing her ballet slippers. 'She really does enjoy them," Jane concluded. Isabelle hopped back into the front seat, smiling at her mom with a little more energy. "Sorry for the delay mom. I ...err....needed to use the toilet. The coffee at Dani's always upsets my stomach," Isabelle noted, embarrassed to have shared the information with her mom. What Isabelle did not admit was that she had practically jogged up the stairs the second she entered the house to the toilet. "I also decided to change here - much easier." Jane just smiled back, opting not to make a remark about her daughter's bathroom duties. 'Hehe...duties.' Jane laughed at her own immaturity. "No problem sweetie," before backing the car out, and sputtering off to school. "Don't forget you are babysitting for Eric and Becky tonight. If you do a good job, I am sure Jess will give you more work this year." Isabelle nodded. She had not forgotten, but her mom's remark was odd. 'They give me work every year? Why would this time be more important.' Isabelle was going to retort, but thought better of it. She had planned to use one of the small ballet studios all day, and quite frankly, she didn't have the energy to fight her mom on some nonsense. Jane's Toyota made the last ascent up to Higgins, heaving the last few yards before pulling up to more flat, easy terrain. Isabelle blew her mom a kiss before hopping out, and darting off to one of the small studios. Isabelle enjoyed coming to the school on weekends. The facilities were all open to the students. More importantly, it was quiet, and Isabelle relished these times when she could simply focus on her dancing. Isabelle made her way down the main corridor, to the back stairwell which led to the studio she liked to use. Isabelle noticed a few students and faculty around, likely preparing for the start of term on Monday. Isabelle nodded and smiled as she passed people, trying her hardest to avoid conversation, lest she be distracted from her purpose. Isabelle made her way into the small studio, thankful that it was empty. Isabelle set her bags down, removed her sweatpants, and went to the far corner of the room to set her phone into the speaker system, playing a soft tune for her to warm up to. Isabelle took a deep breath....and another. "Okay Iz," she started telling herself out loud. "You are exhausted. But the best dancers fight through it. Be the best." She needed the coaching today, and no one else was around to offer it. When Isabelle had entered the empty dance studio, she had been feeling a bit nervous. Now that she was here, however, she felt at home, secure in her leotard, secure in her pink tights, secure in her most prized possession - her ballet slippers. Isabelle turned to stare at herself in the mirror, eyes immediately drawn to the slippers. For whatever reason, that simple feeling of rightness, of certainaty....it always came when she wore them. 'I was meant to wear these,' Isabelle determined, 'and wear them I shall!' Isabelle started by stretching her legs, taking deep breaths to increase her oxygen flow, and steady her nerves. She then moved on to pliés, bending her knees and working on her posture. She could feel her muscles starting to loosen up as she moved through the exercises she knew all too well. Next, Isabelle moved on to tendus, extending her legs out and pointing her toes. With each pointe, she smiled, staring at her perfect slippers. She continued, worked on her balance, slowly rising onto the balls of her feet and then lowering herself back down. She repeated this exercise several times, feeling her core muscles engaging with each movement. As she continued her warm-up routine, Isabelle could feel her body becoming more limber and agile. She felt her heart rate rising and her blood pumping as she moved through the familiar steps. Finally, after about 40-45 minutes of warming up, Isabelle felt ready to start practicing her routine. The warmup itself was more tiring than usual, likely because she had slept so poorly. Nevertheless, Isabelle felt ready to go. Isabelle went to the corner, and set her playlist for some routines she had performed in the past......'Had I performed these?' Isabelle stared at her phone, questioning something she was all too certain about a moment prior. 'No......no I don't think I did....maybe I watched them....or someone else perform them?' That thought prompted a warm comfort from her slippers, and Isabelle felt affirmed in her conclusion. 'Yah....I must have just seen these. Silly me!' Isabelle positioned herself at the barre and began to dance, gracefully moving from one position to the next. Her movements were precise and fluid, a testament to years of practice and dedication. 'A testament to my slippers,' she added, seemingly without thinking. For the next few hours, Isabelle danced with passion and focus, working on perfecting her technique and mastering various subsets of routines. Between routines, Isabelle would work in breaks, either to drink water, or simply have a rest. And though she had convinced herself she had never performed these routines before, Isabelle was amazed at how naturally they came to her. As she danced, she lost herself in the music and the movement, forgetting all of her worries and focusing only on the beauty of the dance. Notably, however, the odd transportations that had plagued her past showcase never occurred. Isabelle had feared.....or hoped.....that it might happen again. But when it hadn't, Isabelle carried on. 'These are all additional clues to note,' Isabelle thought, '"For the absence of an event is a clue in itself!"' Isabelle realized she was continuing to quote the cluefinders, something that didn't bother her nearly as much as she thought it would. 'Maybe Becky will want to watch....' Isabelle thought, dipping into another plié as the music and the dance took over her mind and body again. As the music continued, Isabelle moved away from the barre and began to dance across the studio, twirling and leaping with abandon. She felt alive and free, lost in the music and the beauty of the dance. Isabelle began to feel the sense of peace and focus wash over her again. She loved the way ballet allowed her to forget about everything else and just focus on the movement, focus on her body, focus on her...slippers, which never left her mind. As the music concluded on her last set routine, Isabelle collapsed to the studio floor, completely beat from her performance. Isabelle was exhausted, but exhilarated. She knew she had put in her best effort and was proud of the progress she had made today. 'It wasn't easy coming here today, but I am glad I did.' Isabelle went to her bags in the corner, intending to swap out her slippers for shoes, when she realized, she failed to bring her sneakers. "Guess that means I am wearing you two later!" Secretly, she was not so disappointed. The rest of the afternoon had been one exhausting blur. After she finished showering, changing, and eating two power bars she had packed in her bag, Isabelle had spent an hour or so in the library, intending to mill about. However, Mr. Barns had caught her on her way to one of the isolated reading table, and immediately engaged Isabelle in conversation. "Ah, Miss..... I don't believe we've met? Are you a student here?" Isabelle paused for a moment, confused by the librarian's reaction. Had he forgotten who she was? Mr. Barns was old...but not that old. "Mr. Barns...It's me, Isabelle?" she replied, confusingly. Isabelle studied Mr. Barns' face as he processed the information. He seemed no more sure of who Isabelle was as he continued, even if he pretended otherwise. "Ah....yes.....Isabelle. Of course Isabelle!" Whether he was being honest or not, it felt good to be talking to Mr. Barns. "I do have a favor of you, Miss Isabelle, if you wouldn't mind." Mr. Barns' was preparing to make a proposal, but it was odd. The manner in which he was speaking to her was almost....condescending? Isabelle couldn't quite put her finger on it. Nevertheless, she entertained the man's request. Unfortunately for Isabelle, this meant helping Mr. Barns re-stack some books - "It'll be good for you, to learn the lay of the library," Mr. Barns had claimed. 'What is he on about?' Isabelle wondered, but nevertheless, begrudgingly offering to help. So, when Isabelle's mom had finally arrived at about 4:30, Isabelle was completely, utterly, entirely, wiped. She wanted nothing more than to collapse into the front seat of her mom's car and go to sleep. Jane, however, shared some news that would not allow for it. "Hi Hunny! How was your practice? What did you think of the ballet studio?" Isabelle starred at her mom before answering. "Hi Mom...it was good...really good actually. And the studio was like any other, nothing to report." Jane smiled back at her daughter. "Well good. So it wont be a change for you this year. The high school's auditoriums are supposed to be fantastic though!" Isabelle had wanted to ask her mom what she meant by that, but before she could, Jane cut her off again. "I need to take you straight to Jessica's sweetie. They called and asked if you could come a little earlier instead. But don't worry, they said they would be home earlier too. I said it was fine." Isabelle groaned. She had been looking forward to going home and resting a bit before working tonight. Becky required a lot of....attention, and Isabelle was simply not confident she had it in her. Jane caught wind of her daughter's discontent, quickly putting it to bed. "It is not up for discussion Iz, so you better get used to it. And I am really counting on you to do a good job with the kids. They are our neighbors, and I have been telling Jess how responsible you are." "She knows how responsible I am mom. I am over there with the kids all the time," Isabelle responded. 'Mom is acting whacky...' She thought to herself. "Yes, Yes, I know sweetie. But this time its at night, and alone. Just please be responsible, okay?" Jane pleaded, opting for killing with kindness. Isabelle didn't have the energy to get into this, as her mom was pulling up to Jane's at that exact moment. "Okay mom, not a problem. I'll see you at home later," before exiting the car and heading up to Jess's front door. Isabelle climbed the steps to the Williams' house, and reached out to ring the bell. Before she could, however, Jess opened the door, starting Isabelle so much that she literally hoped backward. "Oh! Sorry Iz! I hope I didn't scare you! Especially because we have a COOKIE MONSTER here tonight," Jess said, leaning back, clearly calling to Becky. Discernable giggles could be heard coming from upstairs. Isabelle couldn't help but smile. Jess welcomed her into the house, Isabelle following close behind. Isabelle considered taking her ballet slippers off, until Jess chimed in "No no, you can keep those on. Safer that way - you don't want to step on a toy barefoot. Isabelle smiled - ' I really like Jess.' Normally, Jess and John would let her in and quickly be off. But what took place next was odd. "So, I know you've been here before and that you're going to do GREAT," Jess said, emphasizing the last word, "but just a few things to go over." Jess continued, motioning Isabelle into the kitchen. Isabelle simply followed, wondering what could be new. "I taped all the emergency numbers to the fridge. If you can't get a hold of me, John's cousin doesn't live too far, and you can call him." Isabelle knew all of this already, so she wasn't quite sure why Jess was going over it. Isabelle had never had to call the cousin - she was always perfectly fine with the kids. "And I labelled the food for dinner for Eric and Becky. Becky can eat on her own, but of course you'll need to help Eric." Jess began motioning Isabelle upstairs, and she followed. Eric was a toddler - of course Isabelle knew she would need to feed him. "So you know where the kids bedrooms are," Jess went on, "but just so you know," Jess started whispering, as they headed to Becky's room "Bex is in pullups tonight. She had a poopy accident last week, and though it hasn't happened again, she's been waking up wet. So fresh pull-up before bed." Isabelle was about to question Jess, and remind her that, well, Isabelle had been the one to change Becky's poopy accident. 'Maybe Becky had had another one,' Isabelle thought, 'that's unfortunate...poor girl.' Isabelle interjected, before Jess opened the door "Its no problem Jess, I've got this. head out, and I'll take care of everything." Jess stopped, turned, and though tense at first, eased up. "Of course you do Iz. I'm sorry, we're just nervous. Eric is in his crib, but should be waking up any minute for dinner." jess handed Becky the baby monitor. "And Becky is in here." Isabelle understood. Parents were often like this the first time they left their kids with Isabelle, though Jess and John were usually pretty cool. At that moment, John came out of the bedroom from the opposite end of the hall, reminding Jess it was time to go. Jess nodded, and opened Becky's door, saying a quick goodbye, before heading down and leaving with John for the night. Isabelle was now with Becky alone in her room, and came directly up to her. Becky was laying on her belly, with a pair of sweatpants on and a pink shirt with a rainbow star on it. Beneath her pants, the faint outline of her pullup was discrete, but discernable. Becky seemed unbothered, coloring a unicorn in a coloring book she had. It seemed to Isabelle that Becky was wrapping her drawing up. "Oh Becky, what a wonderful job you're doing! Can I see?" Becky smiled and turned, placing down her blue crayon and holding her drawing up with her left hand, showing it to Isabelle. "Uh-huh! Look Iz! I almost colored everything between the lines." Isabelle laughed, seeing the sideways picture Becky had lifted. Isabelle sat down beside her, taking the picture and turning it the right way, showing it to Becky as she did. "It's amazing Becky! What a great job you did!" Becky smiled. Isabelle took the opportunity to carefully rest her hand on Becky's butt, to see if the pull-up she was wearing was wet or dry. After the prior weekend, Isabelle was not taking Becky at her word. 'Seems dry....I think?' Isabelle was unsure, but felt okay about her conclusion. "How about we go get your brother and have some dinner? Are you hungry?" Becky popped up on on her feet, threw her arms in the air, and screamed "YA!" Isabelle chuckled, took Becky by the hand, and pulled her along with her to Eric's room. Isabelle could hear him stirring on the monitor, and so knew it would be a good time to go get him. Isabelle entered Eric's room, and was immediately presented with a scent she knew well. "Oh boy Becky, smells like your brother needs a change. What do you think!?" Isabelle playfully asked Becky. "Yeth! I think he does Iz. He's strinky!" Isabelle smiled back. "Yes he is. Why don't you be my helper?" Isabelle could tell Becky was proud to be offered the chance. Isabelle went about changing Eric, giving Becky basic tasks to help with - mostly just handing her stuff. When the job was wrapped up, she lifted Eric on to her hip and asked Becky to lead the way to the kitchen. 'Oh boy Eric, you're getting heavier,' Isabelle noted. Isabelle spent the evening much as she always did. After feeding the kids - Eric was a particularly good helped, and Becky always ate her chicken fingers (Isabelle stole a few as well) - Isabelle turned her attention to entertaining the kids. Becky wanted to play and explore - playing some adventure game she had invented - and Eric needed constant attention and care. As the night wore on, Isabelle settled Eric into a bounder in front of the TV, and continued to play with Becky. Isabelle made sure to frequently check Becky's pullup to make sure she hadn't had an accident, and consistently reminded her to go to the bathroom, even taking her in once to make sure Becky was being honest, as well as listening for the echo of pee in the toilet bowl. As the night wore on, both children began to get tired. Becky was sleepy but resistant to the idea of bedtime when it was proposed, while Eric needed to be rocked to sleep. Isabelle turned to Becky, "Why don't we make a deal. It's almost your bedtime too, But if you help me put your brother to bed, I can read you a few stories before bed. How does that sound?" Becky loved the idea of that, and nodded rapidly. "Great!" Isabelle responded. Isabelle cradled Eric in her arms, carrying him upstairs and placing him down on the changing table in his room, Becky in tow. Eric was only wet - 'that's Jess's problem in the morning,' Isabelle smirked to herself - but nevertheless, Isabelle put Eric into a thick, nighttime diaper after cleaning him, and then into a warm sleeper. Isabelle picked him up, Eric already half asleep, and continued gently swaying him back and forth until he finally drifted off in her arms. Isabelle walked over to the crib, gently placing Eric down. Becky was about to make her way to the door when Isabelle stopped her. "We need to check you now Bex," Isabelle said, watching the dread creep on to her face. "Come here." Reluctantly, Becky walked over to Isabelle, staying just out of arms length. Isabelle anticipated what she was about to learn. Before she could confirm, though, Becky looked up at her and confessed. "Iz.... I hadda accident," Becky admitted, her eyes dropping to her feet, a sadness in her voice. Isabelle was happy Becky told her, and considering last week, this was progress. "It's okay sweetie. Why don't we get you cleaned up and changed too though?" Isabelle proposed. Becky simply nodded, giving her hand to Isabelle, and allowing herself to be lifted up on to the changing table. Isabelle considered, for a moment, putting Becky into a diaper. Those were Jess's rules, after all, if Becky had an accident. 'Becky had a bad accident last week, and even though I reminded her - and she did - pee, she still wet her pullup.' Isabelle though, considering her choice. Isabelle knew Becky wouldn't like it, and might throw a tantrum. 'And she's already so tired. I don't want to rile her up. Plus Jess seemed to say it was fine putting her in pullups. Isabelle decided to just stick with the pullups. Quickly as she could, she helped take Becky's pants off, and then her wet pullup - it was soaked more than she expected, prompting Isabelle to at least reconsider diapers for a minute. Still, Isabelle went about cleaning the little girl up, before helping her off the table, and having her step into a fresh pullup. "Now let's go pick a story and get some jammies on you," Isabelle ended with a smile, receiving one back from her charge. Becky quickly changed into a set of blue pajamas, picked out a book, and hoped into bed. Isabelle tucked her in, read her a story.....and then read her one more story - 'Becky deserved it, after all,' before turning off the bedroom light. Isabelle could feel Becky dozing off - envious of the little girl, as Isabelle sung Becky a soft lullaby until she too drifted off to sleep. Quietly, and softly, Isabelle lifted herself up, took the baby monitor, and left the room, creaking the door softly shut behind her. Isabelle breathed a sigh of relief, the bulk of her work done, and started descending the stairs. It was only when Isabelle reached the main floor that she truly appreciated how exhausted she was. Between not sleeping the night prior, dancing all day, and then sitting the kids, Isabelle was wiped. She made her way into the kitchen, polishing off the remaining chicken fingers, before grabbing a soda and heading to the basement. 'Time to relax, and watch some TV.' Isabelle made her way down the stairs, and collapsed onto the basement couch, grabbing the remote from a leather coffee table in front of her. Isabelle settled into the couch, popped her soda, and turned the TV on, flipping through channels. Much to her surprise, and desire, she in fact found that the Rover-Roo marathon was still on, opting immediately for that rather than continuing her search. Isabelle laid there, watching her cartoons, and guzzling her soda, without a thought in her mind. She lifted her feed up, ballet slippers and all, onto the coffee table, getting more and more comfortable. 'This is the longest I have ever worn these,' Isabelle noted to herself, an irrelevant but fun fact, she concluded. Isabelle was too tired to process, to think, to work. All she wanted now, was to rest. And rest she did. As she finished her soda, the can tumbling to her side, Isabelle, without trying too, inadvertently dozed off, into a deep, unyielding, sleep. And that was the last thing she remembered. Until she woke up. Until she heard Jess announcing they were home. Until the panic set in. Panic. Because Isabelle. A Higgins senior. Woke up. To peeing. In her pants. 6 Link to comment
BabySofia Posted April 24, 2023 Share Posted April 24, 2023 Uh-oh!!! Saw that coming! Good thing she's at a convenient house with Pull-Ups! Maybe she shrank enough to fit already? No doubt she's ready for her night diapees already! 2 Link to comment
Olympiczero Posted April 24, 2023 Author Share Posted April 24, 2023 15 hours ago, BabySofia said: Uh-oh!!! Saw that coming! Good thing she's at a convenient house with Pull-Ups! Maybe she shrank enough to fit already? No doubt she's ready for her night diapees already! What're you talking about? It was a huge, unexpected twist! Isabelle is much too big of a girl to require such things, don't be absurd. It was a single accident! Could happen to anyone! The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 16 Panic set in, and took control of Isabelle. 'What on earth just happened.' Isabelle had woken up from her deep sleep, startled by the calls from Jess upstairs. Her focus first went to Jess, to the kids, to her job. But immediately thereafter, it went to the warmth, pooling in her pants. Isabelle immediately recognized what was happening. Fortunately - if you can call it that - she had only appeared to start peeing when Jess called her, or sometime around that. Isabelle's first reaction was to cut off her pee, immediately squeezing her thighs together, and stemming the stream. Underneath her pants, Isabelle could tell her panties were thoroughly soaked. But she needed to assess the damage to her pants. Isabelle popped off of the couch with renewed vigor. The panic had her heart rate racing, her body working purely off of adrenaline at this stage. Isabelle's slippers made contact with the floor, and the rest of her body was lifted. Despite having wet herself, Isabelle noted that her ascent was rather graceful, and for some reason, was proud of that fact. 'Really, Iz? Now is not the time,' she chastised herself, though with little credibility. At that moment, Isabelle heard Jess call again for her. "Isabelle? Where are you? Is everything okay?" Jess's voice had just a hint of concern in it. Isabelle knew she had to respond. "Sorry Jess. Yes. Yes. Everything is fine. I am just downstairs. DONT...I mean no need to come down here. I ugh.....ugh...I am coming up in a sec!" Isabelle regretted the emphasis she had placed on the word 'don't,' and so tried to end on a cheerier note, and project some confidence." Isabelle turned back to herself to assess the damage. Though she was wearing dark navy pants, and despite cutting her pee off prematurely, the damage was clear as day: a large, wet patch was clear as could be, right in her crotch where her pants had soaked up her pee. As Isabelle tugged her pants around, she noted that it extended behind her as well, having pooled around her butt a bit, and the large, circular stain was visible front to back. Isabelle was humiliated. 'How could I have allowed this to happen. How could this have happened?!? What the heck is going on with me?' Isabelle felt like crying, right then and there. The smell did not help her cause - it was clear someone had peed down here. There was no way to cover that up. In fact, at this moment, Isabelle was convinced nothing would stop her from exactly that - crying. 'It's the only sensible thing to do...' And then the real terror took over, creeping up her body like a scarab. Isabelle turned her head, ever so slowly to the left, and down. And as she did. She noticed the stain. She had peed on the couch. It shouldn't have been surprising to her. Pants, of course, were not intended to absorb pee like that. 'And it had happened, though rarely, in the past when one of the......' .... ... 'That was it.' Isabelle thought, quietly to herself. Her heart had stabilized to a still rapid, vicious beat. But she had her solution. 'I cannot believe I am about to do this.' Isabelle was ashamed that she had wet herself, and equally ashamed about what she was about to do. 'But what choice do I have?' Isabelle immediately took off her sweatshirt, and began tying it around her waist. The bulk of the wetness in her pants was visible from the rear, and so she did her best to let the body of the sweatshirt cover that part of her pants up. There was no mirror downstairs, but based on her review, Isabelle had done a pretty decent job. Isabelle looked down at the front of her pants. She had tied the sweatshirt arms over one wet spot, but it wouldn't be enough. Mind scrambling, eyes, darting, Isabelle's attention turned to the laundry room. She sprinted her way over there, searching desperately for what she hoped...'YES'. Isabelle had found her treasure - a bucket of cleaning supplies. Isabelle pulled the entire bucket out, and went to the couch. She grabbed one spray bottle of cleaning solution - no attention was paid to the type, - and began applying it to the area of the couch where......'where I peed.' Isabelle then stashed the cleaning solution back in the bucket, and carried the entire cleaning bucket up with her toward the stairs. 'If I do this right, they'll never know,' Isabelle told herself. It would need to be perfect. Isabelle's heart raced faster with each step she took up the stairs. The silence of her prowl up the stairs was palpable, fearful that each time her ballet slipper made contact with the next stair, it might creak. Stealthily, Isabelle reached for the doorknob, twisting it, and pushing the door open, quickly retreating her hand to the cleaning bucket, and positioning it oddly near her crotch, covering the stain. Isabelle took a deep breath, and emerged. Almost immediately, Isabelle was confronted by Jess's warm smile. It put Isabelle at ease, so much so that for the first time since she woke up, she noticed that she still needed to pee. Isabelle began to notice, at once, the cool, slimminess of her underwear, nestled against her, a single drop of....pee....dripping from it and trickling down her leg. The droplet send goosebumps down her spine. "Hi Iz! How was everyth......what's with the bucket? Did something happen?" Isabelle watched Jess's smile fade, shifting to concern. Isabelle was prepared for the question, she only hoped her excuse would work. "Hey Jess....Yah, kids were great. They listened, and ate, and were pretty good the whole night," Isabelle started. "They both went to sleep pretty easily, though I expect Eric will have a surprise for you in the morning," Isabelle delivered with a smile. Humor would help her deal with this, she prayed. It was the moment of truth. "There was...ummm...one problem, butisnobiddealIllfixit!" Isabelle stammered the last sentence into one word. Jess had eased up, but was still waiting to hear why Isabelle was holding a cleaning bucket. "You see....Uhh after Eric went to bed...uh...Becky, see, she uh.....she wanted to play hide and seek. So I told her that was fine." Isabelle hoped her lie was convincing. She herself was hardly convinced of it. Isabelle continued. "See....Becky was doing so good with the potty - I mean bathroom all night. I kept checking her. And she was dry all night, you see." If Isabelle was about to throw this toddler under the bus, she would at least have the good graces to build her up first. "so..uh....uh...Becky wanted to hide first, and I said that was fine. So I was counting, and I heard her pitter patter down the stairs, you know, how they pitter patter, right?" Jess's smile returned at this. Unbeknownst to Isabelle, Jess knew exactly where this was going. She was, after all, a mom. But Jess allowed Isabelle to continue. And continue Isabelle did. "So I must have only been 'searching' for like 2 or 3 minutes. You know,.....I uh...wanted to let her feel good about herself. And then I went downstairs to find her and get her ready for bed, you see?" Isabelle couldn't believe what she was about to do. In fact, it wasn't too late to back out. She could confess. Sure, it would be mortifying. But it would be the grown up thing to do. Her mom's recent words to her echoed in her mind: "the truth is sweetie, what you're going to have to learn to do, what a grown up learns to do, is that you need to accept the things that are happening, let them happen, all of it. And once you do, you can learn how to deal with those things." Maybe Isabelle just needed to accept that this happened...that she was having bladder issues, and fess up to Jess. Not only was it...well...true, but it was the right thing to do. ... ... 'Are you nuts?' Isabelle thought to herself, snapping out of her moment of honesty. 'You can't tell this woman you peed on her couch. I will literally die.' And so, Isabelle proceeded with her lie - 'there really is no other option!' "So I went to the basement, and on my way down there, I could hear some sobbing, you see." Isabelle would have to be careful about this next part, especially since there was quite a bit of pee for a toddler on that couch. It needed to be plausible, even if it was at Becky's expense. "So I started rushing because I was worried that Becky had hurt herself. But on my to her, I deduced what it really was." Isabelle took a breath, and went on. "Next to the couch I found Becky's dry pullup. She must have taken it off, maybe because she thought the noise would reveal her spot," Isabelle proposed, trying to make Becky come out of this in the best light possible. It wasn't working, as Jess literally covered her mouth with aghast at hearing this. There was no backing out now, though. "And so I found her under a blanket on the couch, and she had apparently had an accident while hiding there." Isabelle couldn't believe the words escaped her mouth. She had literally just thrown a toddler under the bus. She had blamed a toddler for a pee accident that belonged to her, an 18 year old, on the couch. Isabelle needed to wrap this up though. "She was distraught, and so I took her upstairs and put her into a clean pullup, and put her to bed. I don't think she wants to talk about it," Isabelle said, hoping that Jess might not bring it up to her daughter, though that was doubtful., "and after she went to bed, I just tried to clean up the mess. And that's when you came in. I'm really sorry Jess!" Jess had been silent the whole time Isabelle was speaking, collecting her thoughts. She looked at Isabelle, and gave her a smile. "It's fine sweetie. It's not your fault. I cannot believe my Becky did that though. Taking her pullup off? She's never done that before. I don't know why she thought she would get away with something like that." Jess looked genuinely disappointed in her daughter. And it was all Isabelle's fault. Jess shook it off, at least for the moment. "No matter. Why don't you give me that, you don't need to clean the mess, and you can head home? You did a wonderful job tonight. It's just a shame my infant behaved better than my toddler," Jess joked, trying to make light of the situation. Isabelle hesitated. She couldn't hand the bucket over without revealing her deception. Part two of her plan required grabbing her bag, and quickly swapping it out for the bucket, so she could continue to cover the front her wet pants, which continued to cool and press against her legs. "Ummm.... Okay. Let me just grab my bag," Isabelle nearly shouted. 'Why am I speaking so loud?' Isabelle navigated and shifted around Jess awkwardly, prompting a laugh from Jess as Isabelle made her way to the front of the house. The problem, of course, was that Jess was reaching out for the bucket. And Isabelle was out of excuses. She was approaching quickly, and basically had one hand on the bucket to pull it away... ... ...when a miracle happened. Eric. Wonderful, beautiful, perfect Eric. He was crying on the monitor. Jess's arms stopped at the moment her hand had a grasp on the bucket. "Oh...looks like someone knows their mommy is home." Jess said playfully to Isabelle, releasing her grip and heading up the stairs. Isabelle was now wet in her armpits as well, sweating profusely. Jess was climbing the stairs as she called down to Isabelle, "I bet my baby needs a new diaper. Little does he know he wont be the only one wearing diapers tomorrow," Jess turned back to Isabelle, to continue with the joke, "No he won't, will he Iz?" Jess said, smiling, and then winking to her, before turning around and walking to Eric's room. Isabelle knew the joke was about Becky - or sure as hell hoped so. Nevertheless, Isabelle went all red with embarrassment at the thought Jess might be referring to her....at the though that Jess saw through her lies. Isabelle musted a simple "...haha yah.." in response. In reality, her lie will have caused Becky to return to diapers, at least part time, something the poor girl didn't deserve. 'What choice did I have?' Isabelle continued to ask herself, knowing that there in fact was, an answer. She could have owned up. 'No matter, more present problems.' Isabelle didn't hesitate for a second, putting the bucket down and swapping it out for her bag at the front door. Isabelle quickly made sure she was covered, just as Jess emerged from Eric's bedroom with the little boy on her hip. "Indeed he did leave me a present Iz, just like you said!" Jess was smiling, happy to be home with her kids. Isabelle took the opportunity to excuse herself, mustering a goodbye and turning to the door. The three feet to the door felt more like 30 yards. Isabelle reached for the doorknob, moments away from her escape, when suddenly, she heard Jess call to her. "Wait. Isabelle." Isabelle's heart stopped with her body. 'Had Jess seen something.' Isabelle remained frozen in place as she heard Jess step down each step with purpose. 'I'm caught. How on earth am I going to explain this,' Isabelle thought, before finding the courage, or sense, to turn around and meet Jess's eye. Jess started to reach out her hand toward Isabelle, no doubt to push her bag aside and reveal her accident. 'I am done for,' Isabelle resigned herself to her fate. "...Your money sweetie. Thank you for watching the kids. I'm sure they loved having such a big girl like you around," Jess said, adding a wink to the exchange, and placing $50 into Isabelle's sweaty palm. Isabelle sighed a huge sigh of relief, thanked Jess, and then quickly backed her way out of the house, and onto the porch. Once the door was closed behind her, Isabelle was able to do what she had wanted to for the past half-hour; Isabelle stood on the stoop, and started bawling. The cool, evening breeze against her legs and pants reminded her more than ever that she had peed in her pants. Isabelle was wet. And unhappy. And standing on a porch, crying about it. And even though she knew it was hardly the most mature sight or behavior, she had nothing left in the tank, and simple stayed there crying for a few minutes, praying that neither Jess nor John would see or hear her. After what was the better part of ten minutes, Isabelle managed to brave her way down the stairs, her wet panties rubbing against her thighs and pressing against her....well her vagina. With each step, she grew more and more uncomfortable, and even the short trek home seemed like a gauntlet. Still in tears, Isabelle made her way back to her house, confronted with yet another problem; she would need to get by her mother without getting caught in her wet pants and panties. While Isabelle had an excuse to get around Jess, she was less confident - and without ideas - to sneak around her mom. Isabelle would just need to hope her mom was already in bed. As she made her way home, Isabelle started to wipe the tears from her face. Isabelle couldn't put her finger on it, but for some reason, a warmth emanating from her slippers started to take hold of her body. It was the strangest thing, but, it made her feel better. The warm comfort that spread from her slippers, up her legs, through her arms, and to her heart, made the whole mess....less awful. Though not possible, it also made the cold, clammy wet pants and panties feel a little less so, almost warmer. Though still gross, it was better than when it was cold. Isabelle climbed the steps to her home, and pulled her key out of the bag handing in front of her. Slowly, she turned the key into the door, and pushed it open, happy to note that the light downstairs was already off. Isabelle made her way in, closed and locked the door behind her, before tiptoeing on pointe up the stairs to her bedroom. Isabelle could see a light on in her mom's bedroom, but quickly made her way to her room, and closed the door behind her. "Thank god," Isabelle remarked to herself, pressing her back against her door, and without thinking, sliding down it, all the way until her butt reached the ground, sitting in her own pee. The act hardly phased her in that moment - she was simply happy to be home. After a few minutes, Isabelle stood up, stripped her wet clothes off of her body. As she slid her sweatpants off of her, she noted how much larger the wet stain in the rear had expanded, likely not completely covered by her sweatshirt. 'I can only hope that Jess didn't see this.' Isabelle then peeled the absolutely soaked panties off of her hips, and down her legs, the liquid preserved in them seemingly dripping out against her legs as she tugged them off. Naked, Isabelle made her way to bathroom. She immediately sat down on the toilet, and released the now urgent, remaining pee in her body, into the porcelain toilet bowl, before getting up, and getting into a warm shower. Isabelle took her time, enjoying the warm water falling against her, feeling it wash away the tears, wash away the embarrassment, wash away....the pee. After her first body wash, Isabelle took the time to process what was going on with her - the first time she had been able to this weekend. After Wednesday, it was clear her mother thought she was several years younger than she really was. The school as well.....'perhaps they didn't think it was a mistake having me dance with the younger girls.' Furthermore, her friends all but confirmed their own thoughts on Friday....'they acted like I was going to be in different classes than them. Classes we took together years ago.' Isabelle concluded, though unable to actually remember having taken those classes, as hard as she tried to remember. 'But they were still so sweet, and otherwise normal.' Isabelle was struggling to put all of her clues together. 'And Dani and Lola would never, ever just mess with me. Something more is going on...' 'And there was more,' Isabelle thought, as she started to shampoo her hair, 'Jess was acting so strange tonight.' Isabelle noted, trying to recall what had happened when she entered the house. 'She treated me like it was my first time there.....AND SO DID MOM, now that I think about it.' Isabelle added these clues to her list. 'Jess even gave me the 'rundown' about emergency numbers and what not....But I've been babysitting those kids for yea..' Isabelle stopped short, pausing, and again realizing that though she knew she had sat for those kids before, she couldn't think of a single time beyond the week prior. 'When Becky actually had had an accident...' 'And of course, there was Mr. Barns, who pretended like he didn't even know me at all.' It was an odd collection of facts, but at least things were starting to come together. 'They all think I am younger, but why. Why do they think I am younger?" As Becky pondered the question, she began to apply a second round of body wash to herself, feeling the need to wash the dirt, grime, urine, and night away. As she did so, this time, her attention was caught on more than just the facts she had identified so far, but on ones she had been ignoring for some time. Isabelle massaged the soap onto her arms, noticing that a number of her childhood freckles had been returning there as well. Her arms felt, smaller, thinner, than they had been just one week ago. Isabelle noted that, despite having not shaved in nearly 2 weeks now, there was barely any hair in her armpits to be spoken of. Isabelle continued washing her body, down from her neck, and to her breasts. Though she never had particularly large breasts, Isabelle could feel they were smaller, cupping them more easily. Not only that, they were firmer, more dense, than perhaps they had used to feel, the areola around her nipples also having receded a noticeable amount. As she made her way down her body, she continued washing her stomach, her hips, and her back, all of which felt....different. As she made her way further down, Isabelle noted that she also seemed to lack her usual public hair, which though always well kempt, was nothing more than a naturally light covering of, blonde hairs, mostly centered closer to her vagina. Isabelle made a point of thoroughly cleaning the area. Her legs, to no surprise, lacked their regular amount of hair, and strangely enough, her feet looked considerably smaller....'no, just less...no definitely smaller,' to her on review. Her body now lathered in soap, Isabelle accepted what she had refused to before, what she knew might be happening when she first struggled to reach her coffee mug, what terrified her when she couldn't fit into her leotards...'I mean Lola's leotards...', and what petrified her when she had to wear Dani's old one-piece suit: Isabelle herself was getting smaller. 'What could possibly be causing all of this? I must be sick or something,' Isabelle guessed, though knowing there was no true illness that made you de-age. 'At least not that anyone has discovered yet.' There was also another factor. Another clue. One that Isabelle knew existed - it was the precise reason she was in a shower tonight. But not one that she was willing to cope with, to admit, to accept. Not yet. It was not a clue which she would speak aloud, not one she was even willing to allow to occupy her thoughts. It was a clue that would likely help her solve this mystery, but not one she would consider. "I can solve this without that,' Isabelle concluded, daring to even address the thought. Though if she were being honest, she wasn't sure that was quite true. As she turned off the shower, and wrapped herself up in a towel, Isabelle reduced the facts she was able to investigate to the following: 1. Everyone believes me to be younger 2. I cannot seem to remember things that I know have happened, but cannot point to. 3. My body appears, at least, to be shrinking. 4. "___" With those in mind, Isabelle revisited her original theories. A prank, considering the complexity when factoring in the number of people that would need to be involved, could be ruled out. A coma, unfortunately, could not. 'Did I bang my head when I was dancing,' Isabelle wondered. 'But what is there to do, if it was a coma? Do I simply wait until I wake up?' Isabelle pondered. Though not exactly the same situation, in book two of the Emerald Chronicles, the Viscountess of Sapphire Grove had suffered a similar coma like event, where escape relied on her solving the mystery of her sisters murder in her coma. 'Perhaps I need to solve the mystery of my shrinking?' Isabelle deduced. it was certainly worth pursuing. There were other theories, of course, but nonet that Isabelle would pay heed to. Unless she observed some other material change around her, it would be absurd to think that the planet being absorbed into a wormhole had the single effect of making her shrink and forgetful, while preserving everything else. And Isabelle was not prepared to entertain make believe theories of magic, when there remained perfectly plausible explanations like a 'Coma-journey' that were on the table. 'I'll continue my investigation with this as the operative theory, and we will go from there.' Who the "we" was, Isabelle did not quite know, feeling incredibly lonely in her crusade for the truth. The night had been long, exhausting....overwhelming. Isabelle had had enough. Rather than doing the laundry tonight, Isabelle kicked aside her wet panties and pants, and made her way to her dresser to find some pajamas. Despite her search, the best she could find this evening was a long sleeping shirt, with a picture of some animated animals on the front. Slipping it on, Isabelle turned and reached down to grab her ballet slippers - the only thing offering her any comfort of late - and lovingly returned them to their box, placing them near the floor of her closet. With that, Isabelle climbed into bed, and within seconds, was fast asleep. 6 Link to comment
kerry Posted April 24, 2023 Share Posted April 24, 2023 This story continues to be wonderful and fascinating. But Iz is not much of a ScoobyDoo detective: what she has not noticed (yet) is that she is not just shrinking, not just getting younger, but she's somehow actually traveling into her past...or what might have been her past had she lived it this way the first time. Everyone else has simply been moving forward in the normal way, but she is—while the world spins on normally—moving ceaselessly into her past. 1 Link to comment
diaper24/7 Posted April 24, 2023 Share Posted April 24, 2023 It like the world only changing for her not other ages. Link to comment
Olympiczero Posted April 29, 2023 Author Share Posted April 29, 2023 The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 17 Isabelle woke up, feeling refreshed, and far more relaxed than she had gone to sleep. The sunlight had been streaming through her bedroom windows flanking each side of her bed for well over an hour now, but Isabelle was desperate for the rest. Both her body and mind demanded it after several grueling days, both physically and emotionally. Isabelle stretched her body out, seeking to find the end of her bedframe with her toes, but coming up empty. She arched her back, stretching it out as she flung one leg over the other, enhancing the stretch and exhaling as she felt the relief in her body. She repeated the process on the other side, before sitting up and grey and white comforter off of her, and reaching to continue stretching by touching her toes. As she did, Isabelle glanced to her left and noticed Rabbity, sitting beside her enjoying the morning sun. 'Well good day to you sir," Isabelle said, as she did a playful bow to Rabbity. "I hope you slept fine and are prepared for this wonderful day!" Isabelle sat up, releasing her stretch, and shifted her body to the right, letting her legs fall to the ground. Though her body was largely sore, Isabelle remarked that her feet felt great as they touched the floor. 'Is this how all the other dancers have been feeling all this time with access to Petrova's shoes?' Isabelle wondered. 'Lucky ducks.' Isabelle lifted herself up, letting her scrunched up sleep shirt fall down to her knees. Isabelle was about to leave when she hesitated, a smell hitting her nose as she was about to move. Her eyes were directed to her wet pants and panties in front of her door, the smell and the sight of which reminded her of her transgression the night before. "I'll have to deal with that today," Isabelle reminded herself. As if to simply confirm that nothing of that...nature...had occurred again, Isabelle turned backward to examine her bed and sheets. A cursory review confirmed that no, she had not wet the bed, "because I don't do that," Isabelle remarked, before leaving her room, shutting the door firmly, and heading to the bathroom to pee where big gir - 'Where adults pee," Isabelle said aloud, regretting it almost instantly. As she sat down on the toilet, Isabelle reflected on her deductions the night prior. She finally felt that she had a purpose - a direction with which to investigate. That provided her with some semblance of hope, hope that she might finally figure out what was happening to her. Hope that, if she did, she might somehow be able to fix whatever it was that was happening. To find her way back to normal. 'For now, I just need to keep playing along.' Isabelle wrapped up her bathroom business, noting her soft features in the mirror as she glanced at herself while washing her hands. Isabelle then made her way down the stairs, toward the kitchen. By the time Isabelle was at the bottom of the stairs, she could hear her mother speaking to someone on the phone. The receiving end was on speaker phone, as Isabelle's mother was going about fixing up the kitchen. Isabelle immediately recognized the voice, as she stepped into the kitchen mid conversation. Jane smiled at Isabelle as she entered the kitchen, and then turned to walk toward the pantry. "....and so she threw a fit this morning. But what choice did we have? First the accident, and then the lying." It was, of course, Jess on the phone with her mom, Isabelle realized. Isabelle only hoped that the conversation was unrelated to the prior evenings events. It was too much to hope for, of course. Jess continued, obviously unaware that Isabelle had entered the room. "and so she'll stay like this until she learns to grown-up. I don't know how you did it on your own Jane, I really don't. Becky is turning into more work than Eric is. Sometimes I wonder if she will ever grow up," Jess said, letting the words hang in the air for a moment. Jane took the opportunity to cut in, "well, I did only have the one, and she was no easy task when she was Becky's age - and older. And speaking of her, she just walked into the kitchen," Jane said, for Jess's sake. "You can ask her yourself, if you want." Jane ended, as she started pouring some Leprechaun Runes into a bowl. 'That is nice of mom,' Isabelle thought, though her thoughts were cut off as Jess interjected. "Oh yes! Hi Izzzzz! I was just telling your mom how wonderful you were last night, and that well happily have you back to watch the kids whenever we go out!" Jane gave Isabelle a sort of 'I told you so look' that only a mother could. 'It's as though mom thinks I only did a good job because she asked me,' was what Isabelle wanted to say. She held back. Jess, meanwhile, continued. "I did have a question sweetie - where did you put Becky's pants that she had her accident in? I know you said she took her pullup off, but where are the pants?" Isabelle's heart stopped. 'The pants. Shit. Wait....' ... .... ..... '....obviously there are no pants, since Becky didn't, well, wet hers.....' Isabelle was scrambling. Unfortunately, the most obvious answer didn't come to her. Instead, Isabelle made a mistake. "I...uh......Well I...I washed them in the washer." Isabelle hoped that would be the end of that. It wasn't. "You washed them? Are they in there now??" Isabelle was in too deep. "Uhh...No, not anymore," Isabelle responded, watching her mom pour milk into her bowl of runes, "I uhh.....I dried them after that." It was the only possible response at this stage. "Dried them...? How on earth did you have the time. You said she had just had the accident before we got home." Isabelle knew she was caught in a lie. The only way forward? 'More lies.' "See it was a bit before you got back. I washed her pants first, because I didn't......." Isabelle scrambled for something that would make sense. Then she remembered her room "....didn't want it to smell in the basement, with the wet pants, so I washed them and dried them. I used the quick cycles, since it wasn't that bad of a wet spot." Isabelle considered her answer for a minute, before nervously digging into her bowl of runes her mom had pushed in front of her. Whether Jess or her mom suspected anything was up, Isabelle could not tell. But at that, Jess simply replied "that was very sweet of you," and moved on to another topic as Isabelle breathed, for what felt like the first time since she entered the kitchen. "....So like I said Jane, well do it this weekend. It'll be a blast. And Isabelle can watch the kids again." Whatever Jess was proposing, Isabelle could see her mom looked unsure about. Jane simply replied "I'll let you know," and took the phone off speaker, stepping into the other room. Isabelle shrugged it off, and turned her attention back to sorting her runes into groups, the way they were meant to be eaten. Jane headed upstairs, continuing to speak on the phone to Jess about whatever it was they spoke about, leaving Isabelle by herself to finish her breakfast. The morning passed without much fanfare. After breakfast, Isabelle made sure to go back to the bathroom to poop. Isabelle reminded herself that she would be visiting the bathroom often today, not risking anymore potential....incidents. 'Not that I have those,' she reminded herself, before washing her hands again, and turning to return to ber bedroom. As she approached her door, Isabelle couldn't help but notice that the door was propped open, ever so slightly. Isabelle reached out toward the door, her hand stopping just short of pushing it in. 'I swear I closed this...' Isabelle thought to herself, before doubting whether she had. Isabelle turned her gaze toward her mother's door, noting it was shut and hearing her mom still talking on the phone. For a moment, Isabelle wondered....but no. 'I just didn't shut it all the way,' Isabelle concluded. She was sure of that. Isabelle turned her gaze back to her door, and pushed her hand out, opening the door so that she could enter. Upon stepping into the, the smell of her pants and panties was far, far stronger, and Isabelle recognized that it would need to be addressed immediately. 'At least it doesn't smell in the hallway yet,' Isabelle said gratefully, as she turned to collect her wet clothes. Using the dry section of her pants as a sort of glove, Isabelle grabbed her cold, wet panties, and dropped both together into her hamper. 'I need to cover these with more stuff,' Isabelle thought, looking around her room for more clothes, and finding none that were dirty. Isabelle pondered what to do as she reflected on the morning. Isabelle was a little surprised she had even let herself forget about her....laundry, upstairs, even for just a minute while she was eating her breakfast. 'God forbid mom had actually come in here,' Isabelle almost laughed to herself. It was silly that her mind had even departed the need for laundry. Isabelle decided that she would strip her bed and wash her sheets. That would, of course, be the best way to cover her wet clothes. So Isabelle went about taking her comforter off of her bed, and pulling the fitted sheet, together with the top sheet, off of her bed. Isabelle then proceeded to take her pillow cases off, before pushing all of her sheets down into her hamper, concealing her shame. Isabelle than picked the basket up, nearly falling over from the weight of it, and began walking down the stairs toward the basement As soon as she left, Isabelle nearly bumped into her mom at the stairs. 'Oh, sorry sweetie. I didn't see you there," Jane said, before continuing, "Doing laundry? I think that's a great idea." Jane smiled, and directed Isabelle down the stairs. Isabelle stared at her mom, trying to read her, before simple descending the stairs, all the way to the basement. Once there, Isabelle threw all of her clothes and sheets into the washer, poured some discount detergent in, closed the lid, and selected the longest cycle available - "Heavily soiled." The irony of the name did not escape Isabelle. Isabelle stayed downstairs and watched some TV for the next hour and a half while the laundry cycle ran, running upstairs periodically to try and pee on the toilet, finding success every time. Isabelle wasn't sure why she was proud of that fact, but, in truth, she was. Just as her third episode of Rover Roo ended, the washing machine made a loud, ear piercing *BEEP* to inform Isabelle the cycle was completed. Isabelle lifted herself off of the couch, returned to the washer, and swapped her clothes and sheets into the dryer. Isabelle made a point of inspecting her panties and pants before doing so, to ensure they didn't smell. 'Look good to me,' she thought. As soon as she made the swap, Isabelle's mom came down the stairs, and opened up the linen closet where they stored extra towels, sheets, pillow cases, and other supplies. Jane started pulling a few things out before proposing that they go out and get whatever supplies Isabelle needed for school. "Sounds great mom. We can go now," Isabelle suggested. Jane smiled, "Okay sweetie, let me just bring these upstairs and well head off." Isabelle went upstairs and waited on the living room couch for her mom to come back down. After about 15 minutes, Jane descended, and the two headed into the car together/ "How about lunch first?" Jane asked Isabelle, as she was buckling in her seatbelt, finding the strap was coming up against her shoulder and neck a little too high. Isabelle did her best to adjust it, before agreeing, "sounds great mom." Jane took off, and made a point of stopping for some fast food for lunch - a rare treat for Isabelle, as it rarely occurred. Isabelle and Jane opted to go inside, Jane remarking that she didn't want anyone "spilling in the car," as though that was likely. After ordering, Isabelle and Jane sat at a table near the playground, as it was the only one available, and ate quickly to a chorus of giggles, laughter, and stomping around the various tubes, slides, and ball pits that the kids were running around. "Not so long ago that you were running around in there," Jane said to Isabelle with a wink. Isabelle snorted before replying, "L.O.L. mom. Its been a long time." The conversation ended at that. Isabelle spent the rest of the afternoon running errands with her mom, and going to Rulers to get her school supplies. It only occurred to her when she and her mom were browsing the highlighters that she had not had her coffee that morning, and was feeling rather out of sorts about that. Once they were finished, Isabelle's mom put all of the bags into the front seat of the car, leaving Isabelle to ride in the back. And though her mom had promoted the outing, she had only mentioned school supplies; there was no mention of going to the bank, and the pharmacy, and to a store to pick up a gift. Isabelle was starting to grow frustrated with the trip - ' this is not what I agreed to.' Apparently Isabelle's face had revealed her feelings. Jane, spotting her in the rearview mirror, started teasing her a bit "Aw. Is someone grumpy back there? You used to love running errands with me!" Jane said, thinking on a time when that was true. Before Isabelle could answer, Jane continued "Don't worry, we are heading home now." Isabelle quickly corrected her attitude, happy to find out they would be going home. Isabelle carried her school supplies in, dropping them at the front door before darting to the bathroom to pee - 'I really need to go,' she thought, slamming her rear end against the toilet seat as soon as she managed to drop her pants. Isabelle wrapped up in the bathroom on the main floor, she stepped out, heading back to the front door to collect her school supplies. Only they weren't there, "Mom," Isabelle called out, "where is the stuff from Rulers?" Isabelle could hear her mom respond from downstairs, but couldn't exactly hear what she had said. Isabelle made her way closer to the door to the basement, and asked her mom to repeat herself. "I couldn't hear you mom, where are they?" Jane made her way to the staircase. As soon as Isabelle saw her, she noticed that her mom was clutching her now clean and dry sheets. "I said I put them down in your room hunny." Isabelle was starring at her mother, now uninterested in hte school supplies. "Why are you folding my sheets mom?" Isabelle asked. Part of her was still concerned that her mom had......but she hadn't, of course. Jane smiled at her daughter. "Oh I don't mind sweetie. I just didn't want to forget folding your things. I'll bring your clothes up when I am done. Why don't you go up and pack your things for tomorrow! Its going to be a big day!" Jane finished, before turning back to the laundry room to finish folding her daughter's clothes. Isabelle pondered the idea for a minutes, but instead, decided to take her mom's advice and headed to her room. As Isabelle was climbing the stairs, her mind ventured to what she might expect tomorrow. Her teachers, friends, and classmates would all be treating her like she was younger. She simply needed to play along, and further explore what was happening. Isabelle decided she would use her spare time between classes to head to the library, and see if she could take any books out on the brain, comas, and other potential neurological diseases. 'It's as good of a place I have to start as any," Isabelle thought, as she pushed her closed bedroom door opened. What Isabelle was confronted with. however, was not her bedroom. Or at least, not the bedroom she left. Isabelle's eyes were immediately drawn to her bed. Gone was her intricately designed white and grey comforter. Gone were the two new end tables on either side of her bed. And gone were the drapes covering the windows flanking either side of her bed. Except all of those things were still there - they just weren't the same. Instead, her bed was covered in......'oh god.' The sheets covering her bed were pink...pink with white polka dots. The fitted sheet matched perfectly to the top sheet, which was folded over her...'new?'...comforter on her bed. The upper half of the comforter was turquoise, with white patterned diagonal lines running through the solid color. Isabelle's eyes followed the comforter to the bottom half, which was all white, with designed flowers protruding out of various spots. The wall behind her bed, which was once bare, now sported golden polka dots as well, in an asymmetrical pattern, as though to look like they emerged from her bed. The only thing that appeared the same were her pastel pink drapes, but even those seemed....more juvenile. Isabelle was in shock, but the shock did not end there. There were other changes, subtle, but obvious to her. Her bed still was loaded with pillows...but not the same ones. One pillow just had a flower on it. Another, a quote that said Dream Love Sparkle ..."where did that come from?' Rabbity, of course, was safe and sound, front and center on the bed. 'At least that's the same.' Isabelle wondered what had happened, though to be honest, the new décor had put a smile on her face for some reason. The dresser against the near wall looked...cleaner? On top of it, photos of Isabelle and her mom were stacked from side to side, from vacations that Isabelle couldn't quite remember at this moment. On the far wall, her desk, while seemingly the same, looked extremely tidy. Gone were the pictures with her friends, and in place, little toys and gimmicks Isabelle had once liked to collect. It actually put a smile on her face to see them again...'but those aren't supposed to be there....are they?' Isabelle didn't know what to think. "Everything...everything is..." Isabelle as about to say the word 'wrong' - that everything was wrong. But she couldn't. She couldn't even let the last word escape her mouth. Isabelle stood there silently, trying to gather her thoughts, trying to gather what was wrong. But nothing was - everything felt......"it all feels right," Isabelle said aloud. But that was wrong. Isabelle knew that wrong. It wasn't right. 'But also it is......' Isabelle was struggling immensely with what was going on. It was weighing on her. It was breaking her, breaking her mind..... In that moment, Isabelle couldn't even tell herself what her room had looked like that morning. She had absolutely no memory of it. She knew, of course, that something was not the same, but couldn't for the life of her, figure it out "I'll just ask mom later," Isabelle told herself. Isabelle simply, without questioning anything any further, made her way to the Rulers bags, and carried them over to her desk, and started unpacking everything and putting it on her desk where it belonged. Isabelle did it with a smile, placing each new pen, pencil, marker, highlighter, and folder away with precision, making it as aesthetically pleasing as possible. It took Isabelle quite a bit of time before she was finished. As she was placing the last binder away above her desk, Isabelle heard her mom knock on her door. "Hi sweetie - everything okay up here?" Isabelle turned, startled by her mom's knock. "Yes mom. But one thing. What did you do to my room?" The question was genuine, and open ended, as Isabelle didn't know what had been done. Jane smiled. "I'm glad you noticed." Isabelle inched closer to the edge of her desk chair excited to find out the answer. Jane continued. "I just cleaned up a little bit, you really can't leave your room a mess like that sweetie," Jane said, with a hint of disappointment, before going on. "And if I can't trust you to do your laundry often enough, I am going to have to come in here and do it for you. It was a little smelly in here this morning. Now, come down for dinner." Isabelle was disappointed in herself at that remark. But Isabelle was even more concerned that her mom had come in that morning. 'Did she,....." *gulp*...'seeee?...ohgawd.' And she knew her mom had done more with her room. But Isabelle just couldn't figure out what it was. 'What is happening to me...?' This would have to be yet another clue to study. And Isabelle was genuinely concerned now about whether her mom knew she had wet the bed. And if her mom had seen, had she put two and two together about what had happened at Jess's the night prior. "...No. There's no way. Mom would have definitely brought that all up. Even if it, quite literally, is unbelievable.' Isabelle convinced herself she was right. She needed to. The rest of the evening was uneventful. Isabelle and her mom had dinner together before watching some television. Isabelle did her best to pay attention to whatever show they were watching together, but in truth, she was distracted. Distracted about her mom's remarks, distracted with her plan for the next day, distracted about her room, and distracted with everything that was happening to her. It was mentally exhausting, and the mental exhaustion started taking on a physical exhaustion. And so, whether conscious or not, at some point while they were on the basement couch together, Isabelle's head fell into her mom's lap. Isabelle's eyes were open long enough to watch a few more minutes of TV. She was conscious long enough to feel her mom's hand brush across her cheek, and stroke her hair. She was awake long enough to know, that she had fallen asleep with a smile on her face. *** *** ......."sweetie.....it's time to go to bed." Isabelle awoke to her mom gently shaking her, and whispering into her ear. "Isabelle hunny....time for bed. Big day tomorrow." Isabelle groggily picked her head up, before picking her body up, and heading up to her room. Rather than engage in her normal routine, Isabelle simply changed into a new sleeping shirt, and climbed under her pink polka dot sheets, slipping back into dreamland. 4 Link to comment
BabySofia Posted April 29, 2023 Share Posted April 29, 2023 Aww, she's definitely slipped further back. Someone didn't go potty before bed it sounds like too! (Uh-oh!) Sounds from her room like she may have lost a few more years that day. Given she's not wearing her ballet shoes, I take it the magic will happen either way? I'm genuinely hoping you fill in the blanks on the 'how' somewhere in the later chapters! Thanks for the chapter, perfect thing for reading on a Saturday!💜 🙂 Link to comment
Olympiczero Posted April 29, 2023 Author Share Posted April 29, 2023 1 hour ago, BabySofia said: Aww, she's definitely slipped further back. Someone didn't go potty before bed it sounds like too! (Uh-oh!) Sounds from her room like she may have lost a few more years that day. Given she's not wearing her ballet shoes, I take it the magic will happen either way? I'm genuinely hoping you fill in the blanks on the 'how' somewhere in the later chapters! Thanks for the chapter, perfect thing for reading on a Saturday!💜 🙂 We shall all have to wait and see! She had been wearing the slippers the whole day prior, if that helps your theory as to what might be transpiring! Perhaps a second chapter will appear today Thanks for reading! 1 Link to comment
BabySofia Posted April 29, 2023 Share Posted April 29, 2023 42 minutes ago, Olympiczero said: Perhaps a second chapter will appear today 💜 1 Link to comment
Kahlez Posted April 29, 2023 Share Posted April 29, 2023 2 hours ago, Olympiczero said: Gone were the pictures with her friends, and in place, little toys and gimmicks Isabelle had once liked to collect So I guess she is at least one year younger now before she knew them but could be also more than one. It is interesting that she knows something is wrong but cant even remember what. And yeah someone did not pee which means there is a chance someone has a wet bed in the morning. 1 Link to comment
Olympiczero Posted April 30, 2023 Author Share Posted April 30, 2023 19 hours ago, Kahlez said: And yeah someone did not pee which means there is a chance someone has a wet bed in the morning. Such prophets here! Am I really all that predictable? The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 18 Isabelle was swimming. She liked to swim. It was a peaceful activity, Isabelle, felt, as she pulled her right arm out from behind her, and into the water over her ear, repeating the process with her left arm, and again with her right, before submerging her whole body into the water, re-emerging a few feet out in front of her. Isabelle took a deep breath of fresh, evening air, before opening her eyes. She was back in Dani's pool, swimming her way to the exit, where her two best friends had just emerged, each of them looking spectacular. Dani and Lola were making their ways to the hot tub. Isabelle was lagging behind. Isabelle stepped out of the pool, the water falling off of her as she made her way toward her friends, who somehow, were already in the hot tub. As she made her way to them, Isabelle only realized that she was back in Dani's old bathing suit. The embarrassment of her outfit returned, if only for a moment, especially considering what her friends had just looked like. It was no matter, Isabelle reminded herself, as she made her way to the hot tub after her friends. As she approached, she could hear them speaking. "She looks so CUTE in that bathing suit, don't you think?" Dani had asked Lola, who smiled and responded. "I know? It fits her perfect, in more ways than one." The two girls giggled, though at what, Isabelle was not sure. She wanted to be angry, but she wasn't; her friends thought she looked good. That was a positive thing. Isabelle tried to respond herself, but for some reason, could not. Dani and Lola carried on the conversation. "I am going to miss having her around next year. It won't be the same without her." Lola said, sadly. The remark hurt Isabelle's heart, though, she did not know what to do about that. Dani responded before Isabelle could come up with an answer. Before doing so, Dani turned, and starred directly at Isabelle. "Yah, me too, but all we can do is make the best of our situations." Isabelle, again, could not respond. Nor did she feel the need to at that moment. Right now, Isabelle felt that she just wanted to be with her friends. And so, Isabelle slipped into the hot tub, content to listen as her friends spoke as though Isabelle wasn't even there. Content to listen to them laugh, content to listen to their voices, content as the warm water of the hot tub, eased her sore body, allowing her to blissfully, let go. *** *** The warm hot tub continued to spread around her. Only it wasn't the tub, Isabelle realized. It was not the tub. Isabelle's eyes shot open, too late to stop what had already started. She was, of course, peeing again. And this time it was in her bed. Isabelle clenched everything she could, stopping the stream, and clutching Rabbity even harder than she was previously. Isabelle jumped up out of bed, with nothing to do but assess the damage. There was no denying what had happened. Isabelle had wet the bed. 'Again. Why. Why why why why why.' was all Isabelle could muster. Thankfully, she had the good sense to both panic and act immediately, shoving her comforter off to the side, and stripping the sheets off of her bed as quickly as she could. Isabelle grabbed her phone quickly to identify the time, noting it was only 3:35 in the morning. There was time. Her body felt ice cold. Her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest, and the veins in her neck felt as though they were bursting. A lump began developing in her throat. And Isabelle knew it would only be a matter of minutes before she started crying. There was time. But she would need to use it quickly. Wisely. There was only one task at hang, Isabelle knew. 'Cover up the crime. Leave no evidence behind.' Like a criminal mastermind, Isabelle quickly gathered her sheets, and put them off near the door. Turning back toward her mattress, Isabelle saw that, indeed, there was a wet stain on the bed. Thankfully, it was small, and Isabelle was convinced she could cover it up. 'First things first,' Isabelle told herself. Noting that her long sleep shirt and panties were both wet, she stripped out of them both and kicked them into the pile with her sheets. Isabelle maneuvered around the pile, feeling the wet residue of her pee still against her thighs, but, and back, where she had laid in it. Isabelle ventured into the bathroom as quietly as she could, sat down on the toile seat - emphasizing the coolness on her butt and thighs, releasing the remaining pee into the bowl. Isabelle could hardly focus on the fact that she had peed quite a bit. Isabelle wiped, washed her hands, and then grabbed a nearby washcloth, letting it soak in warm water before pulling it back, and wiping her back, legs, butt, and vagina. Content enough that she had cleaned herself up, she grabbed a towel and dried herself off, before heading back to her bedroom as quietly as she could. Isabelle approached her dresser, and grabbed the first pair of panties she could find - a bright blue pair with white hearts on the front - and threw on another sleeping shirt, or more accurately in this case, a sleeping dress, that fell well below her knees. Isabelle took a deep breath, before bending down and folding the wet parts of her sheets into the dry parts, so she could pick them up and carry them, and her soaking clothes, downstairs. Isabelle grabbed her bundle, and made her way out of the room, tiptoeing down the stairs as delicately as she could, before rounding the corner and heading to the basement. Isabelle stepped down on to the first step, *CREEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAK* 'SHIT.' Isabelle had forgotten, in her panic, about the creaky step. She froze, listening to hear if the loud noise had woken up her mother, thwarting her plan. Isabelle stood there silently, for what felt like, and indeed was, five full minutes, the thundering beat of her heart the only thing to break the silence. Isabelle finally found the courage to move again, and made her way - much slower - down each step to the basement, turning into the laundry room immediately. Isabelle threw her sheets in with her clothes, before dumping way more detergent than was needed in. 'Quick cycle - I have no choice.' Isabelle concluded, punching the machine to start. Isabelle stood in front of the machine, pondering her dilemma. ' I don't think I have enough time to wash and dry these before mom will wake up," Isabelle concluded. She would need to use spare sheets, and collect these later in the day. Isabelle opened up the linen closet, looking for the spare set of sheets for her bed. After several minutes of panicked searching, Isabelle could not find them. 'Shit. What am I going to do.' Isabelle's eyes were directed toward a set of sheets she didn't recognize. they were purple......'purple with polka dots!...These must be my spare set. But I don't remem.....' It didn't matter, Isabelle realized. 'I just need a spare set.' Isabelle pulled them out, recognizing immediately that they would be a good fit. She then closed the linen closet, identified that she had 37 minutes on the washer, and made her way back upstairs, sliding her body over the top stair and onto the floor of the main level so as to not make a noise. Isabelle made her way up the stairs to the top floor silently, setting the sheets down at the foot of her bed. Isabelle didn't know what she could expect to find, but she returned to her bathroom and opened the lower cabinet under the sink, searching desperately for something to use on her mattress. Bottle after bottle, nothing looked like it was right. Until, ...'I don't remember this ever being here. "Bide mattress cleaner?"' Isabelle sat, wondering for a moment why they would even own this. 'Who cares why?!? It's a miracle!' Isabelle thought, returning to her room with the Bide and a roll of toilet paper. Isabelle began spraying the bed generously in the wet area, letting it soak, and then using the toilet paper to sop up the liquid. Isabelle repeated the process three times, before feeling content that she had done a good enough job. Isabelle set the bottle down on her dresser, and headed back out to get her spare sheets, returning to make the bed. "That solves that, at least." Isabelle checked her phone again, worried about the time. It was 4:52 AM. 'Time is running out,' Isabelle reminded herself, as she scurried back downstairs to the laundry room, careful again to avoid making too much noise. Isabelle opened the now finished washing machine, taking out the sheets and clothes, giving them a sniff to confirm they were clean before throwing them into the dryer, and setting the cycle to the speediest one she could. Still, it would be about an hour before the sheets were dry. 'Do I stay up until then?' Isabelle left the laundry room, and sat on the basement couch. Finally done with her work, Isabelle broke down, crying rivers from her eyes, and feeling them swell up again. "What am I going to do?!" She asked herself aloud, truly without any answer. Isabelle waited, hoping the universe would provide an answer to any of the questions she had. It all just felt. ..."Impossible to deal with," Isabelle concluded. Isabelle stayed on the couch for a good 15 minutes, crying the whole time. She felt pathetic. She felt out of control. More than anything, she felt tired. And so, Isabelle decided to go back upstairs to her room - she needed the sleep. The laundry would have to wait until morning to fold and hide. Isabelle began the long journey back to her room. She stood up, and made her way toward the staircase, past the laundry room, and up the stairs. Isabelle leaped over the top stair, landing delicately on her toes, before rounding the corner and heading toward the staircase upstairs. Isabelle laid her hand on the cool wooden railing, using it to help her body up the stairs, exhausted from the ordeal of the morning. Isabelle dragged her back foot up the last step, turned to go to her bedroom, when it happened. ... ".....Izz....Are you okay?" ... Her mother's voice echoed in the dark, silent house. While usually a source of comfort, Isabelle froze again. Her mom repeated herself. "Iz. Are you okay? Why are you up. I heard rustling." Isabelle was not ready to tell her mom what happened. In fact, Isabelle was never going to tell her. She needed a quick exit, before she started crying again. "Yah mom.....I uh...I had to go to the bathroom. And then I wanted a.....glass of water, so I went downstairs." Jane considered her daughter's response for a moment. It was certainly plausible, but something seemed off. It was 5 AM, however, and Jane was not about to launch an inquisition at this hour. "Okay sweetie," Jane said, with all the love she could muster, "Go back to bed. you have a big day tomorrow. Senior year and all." The words hardly registered for Isabelle. But she was out of her dilemma, so she turned, walked into her bedroom, and quickly tucked herself into her new sheets. It would be a while before she fell asleep, but, clutching Rabbity close to her chest, Isabelle eventually dozed off. **** ".....ISABELLE. I said GET UP! You are going to be late for your first day." Isabelle's eyes shot open. If her mom had woken her up before, she did not notice. What she did notice, however, was that she was exhausted. It had been a few too many nights that Isabelle had not slept well, and she was continuing to feel the effects. Isabelle pushed the covers off of herself, and picked up her phone. It was already 8:15. She did have to get moving. Isabelle stood up, and walked over to her dresser, pulling off her sleeping dress. She rummaged through her underwear drawer, finding a simple bra that Isabelle didn't recognize, and putting it on. Isabelle then pulled a pair of plain, black legging from another drawer, before settling on a cute purple top with flowers stitched into it. 'It's good enough for the day.' Isabelle then made her way to her closet, grabbed her ballet slippers, her tights, and a plain, black leotard that was hanging in the front, stuffing them all into her ballet bag, and throwing it over her shoulder. Isabelle then grabbed her school satchel, being sure to shove her still unopened schedule into it, before heading downstairs. At the bottom of the stairs, Isabelle dropped her two bags, before making her way into the kitchen. It would be too late for breakfast, but she could at least have a sip of coffee before she left for school. She greeted her mom as she entered the kitchen. "Morning mom," Isabelle said, before making her way to the cupboard, fortunately finding a glass on the lowest shelf, and carrying it over to the coffee pot. "Morning sweetie. There's my senior girl." Isabelle nearly dropped the coffee mug out of her hand. 'Had mom just called me a senior?' Her mother's reaction was not, or should not, have been shocking to the degree it was. But after everything that had transpired over the last 10 days, it was. 'Maybe everything is fixed....Maybe, maybe it was all just one bad dream. Maybe I am finally back to me.' The very thought of this lightened the exhaustion weighing her down. She was back. "Thanks Mom!" Isabelle said, with a certain energy she had lacked the last several days. It felt good knowing that everything would be back to normal. "We have to get going sweetie. And coffee? Really?" Jane said, with a certain displeasure in her voice? 'Yes Mom, Coffee. Cannot function without.' Isabelle thought to herself, before chugging down a mug of the lukewarm substance, and following her mom out the door, grabbing her bags on the way. Isabelle dropped her two bags in the trunk, and walked around the car to get into the front seat with her Mom. She didn't speak much on the way to Higgins, opting to rest her eyes in the front seat instead. Jane picked up on Isabelle's tiredness, remarking that "you really need to get to bed earlier sweetie. This is a big year for you. If I need to enforce a bedtime, I will." 'Yah, that'll be the day,' Isabelle thought, returning to closing her eyes for just a few more minutes, letting her mind try to reset after the night prior. As Isabelle felt her mom's car, round a turn, and begin to ascend up the hill toward Higgins, it occurred to her that she had no idea how her day was going to start. It was unlike her, as her friends had noted, to not have immediately reviewed her schedule. But with everything that had been happening, it was hardly a priority. 'And what was there to review? The schedule was what it was - it was the same every year nearly.' She would have to review it when Jane dropped it off, having left her bag in the back of course. Isabelle sat upright as her mom drove up to the school, the car puttering away as it made its way over the last incline, and into view of the front entrance. Jane continued along the road toward the front entrance, except, ... except she never turned. Instead, Jane continued rounding the school, heading toward the back. Heading toward the middle school entrance. "Mom" Isabelle spoke abruptly, "where on earth are you going?!?" Isabelle asked, in a panic. Something told her everything was not back to normal. "I'm taking you to school Isabelle. Now shush, I need to pay attention and find a place to drop you," Jane said, searching for a drop-off spot. Isabelle listened to her mother's instruction, but, was dreading what she knew, but would not admit, was her new reality. Jane spotted an open space, and pulled in. Isabelle had started to protest, but her mom shut her down quickly "I don't have time for that this morning Iz. Get out, get your stuff, and get to class. I need to get to work." Isabelle made one last attempt "But mo-" to no avail. 'Out Isabelle! Now!" Isabelle popped out of the car, a grumpy grin returning to her face. She slammed the door behind her, before going to the trunk, grabbing her two bags, and slamming that shut too. Isabelle walked over the sidewalk in front of the school, ignoring her mom's waves goodbye. She had more pressing concerns to investigate. Slowly, and praying for mercy, Isabelle pulled out the manila envelope housing her schedule. With shaking hands, Isabelle tore the envelope open, and started slipping the paper schedule out, bit by bit. The top was simple - it read "Isabelle Weber, SENIOR." That much was true, and offered some sense of reprieve. Then she pulled it out slightly more, and the truth hit her like a truck. The full schedule read: Isabelle Ward - SENIOR Higgins Middle School They were sending her back to middle school. The school thought she was.......'..14, I think...' Isabelle deduced. It wasn't getting better. It was getting worse. Much, much worse. And then it hit her. 'Mom thinks....thinks I am a middle school senior too. And...." Isabelle could hardly admit the worst part of it all .She would now truly be alone. "..my friends. I'm not even in school with my friends.' Isabelle felt empty, standing on the sidewalk, unable to move from where she was. Isabelle stood there for what felt like ever. She felt that she had lost, lost her effort to unfold this mystery. There was no hope. No reason to continue. "Except there is," Isabelle said aloud to herself. Saying it out loud felt necessary - she needed the reminder that there was still time. 'I am going to figure this out. Stick with the plan - get to the library, and sort this mystery out.' It was the only sensible thing to do. Isabelle turned to face her new reality: she was going to have to back to middle school. Her mom's words echoed in her mind again: 'things are going to happen to you. Things are going to happen around you. Things you cannot explain. Things you don't always understand, or that don't make sense. And you won't be able to control it all.' But there was a way forward, Isabelle reminded herself. 'Let it happen. And learn to deal with it.' Isabelle was going to have to press on. 'Do my best.' Isabelle was proud of herself. She had come a long way, coming to terms with everything. She had fought it all of last week - it was driving her mad. It still was, to be honest. But what could she do? This obviously wasn't real. She just needed to sort out what it was. And she couldn't focus on silly things like this if she had any hope of doing so. She needed to direct her attention to what mattered. With that motivation, Isabelle made her way into the school doors, pushing them open. While the different entrances corresponded to where the students had their separate classes, the middle and high school technically shared the same building. As Isabelle walked into the school, she pulled out her complete schedule. She shouldn't have been shocked at the presence of middle school classes, but it certainly made the situation more real. And it also occurred to her that she would be dancing in the morning, rather than the afternoon. Middle school students took their "arts" classes in the mornings, rather than the afternoons. It was to the benefit of the high schoolers, largely because after dancing, they had sufficient time to shower, not having to go to classes. Isabelle was quickly reminded of the days in which she had to spend sweaty in her afternoon classes. Isabelle was then reminded of another problem: She had coffee that morning, and her stomach was letting her know it. It was time to go. So rather than make her way to "Ballet II," Isabelle dashed to the nearest girls room. 'I wont have time to make it to my normal bathroom spot,' Isabelle realized almost immediately. Isabelle settled for the girls room inside the locker room where her new classmates were getting ready to go to class. 'I'm going to be late too," she realized. Isabelle made her way into the locker room, making eye contact with a room full of girls....'well my age I guess..." Isabelle shamefully accepted. And though Isabelle looked at them all, perplexed, they all seemed to know who she was. "Hi Izzy!," "HEY THERE Belle!", "Belly! How are you?' Each girl she walked by was kind enough to say hello. Isabelle felt silly not responding, but how could she? She didn't even know there names? 'Also, what are these names they are calling me.' Isabelle gave smiles to each girl, offering generic hellos to each. Isabelle needed to go to the bathroom, but with all the girls here.....'Let me get changed quickly.' Isabelle dropped her bag at the last locker, and quickly started stripping down to get her ballet clothes on, Isabelle considered removing her bra to dance - it wouldn't be an issue with her leotard on - but was not comfortable getting naked at that moment. It wasn't that she was not used to being naked around her friends - that was the life of a dancer. She just wasn't used to being naked in the body.....she was in. Isabelle pulled her white tights up her legs, smoothing them out as she lifted them above her waist. She then stepped into her leotard, smoothing it out as well. Isabelle sat down, making minor adjustments to her outfit, before putting on her ballet slippers. As she did, she felt the warmth emanate from them and spread across her body. The warmth provided a comfort she missed that morning, and for just a minute, made it seem like all her problems were gone. By the time she was dressed, nearly every girl had left the locker room to head to the ballet class. 'Now's my chance - bathroom.' Isabelle began making her way to the toilet, until she was attacked from the back. "Bellllllllllly! How exciting is this! Senior year!!!!" A girl, who Isabelle recognized, but couldn't not for the life of her identify, had wrapped her arms around Isabelle, squeezing her tight. The hug was extremely comforting, but the squeeze was not helping with her,.. errr...impending stomach issue. Isabelle turned, seeing a girl a little taller than her, and cute as a button. She had her black hair tied up in a neat ballet bun, which likely ran down past her shoulders. She had dark, beautiful, and somewhat familiar blue eyes, that warmed her at the sight of them. The girl had freckles on her cheeks, with a short, small nose. Her features were very sharp, and she was, for a 14 year old girl ('I think?') very pretty. There was something about her..... There were two more urgent issues at hand. First, Isabelle really needed to get into the bathroom. This girl's squeeze had not helped the situation. Second, Isabelle had no idea how to address this girl. Who was she? Why did she hug me? How do I get out of this conversation. What should I -' At that thought, Isabelle's slippers warmed her feet, and provided her with a sense of happiness, a sense of comfort, a sense of joy. The slippers provided her with a reminder that, this was all okay. That she knew this girl. That she was in the right place. "Hey Mel!" Isabelle said without thinking. "What the hell? Who is Mel? Is this girl Mel? I sure hope so....' The girl - presumably Mel - smiled back, "You're going to be late on day one Belly. Now come on." Mel grabbed Isabelle's hand, and started pulling her toward the exit. "Mel. Wait. Hang on. I cant. Wait. I, uh." *Thrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp.* Mel stopped, turned back to Isabelle, and just stared at her. Isabelle had just very clearly farted in front of this girl. 'Ohmygod. What is she going to think?!? What am I going to do?!?!' Isabelle was in shock. This was going to be a disaster. This was MIDDLE school - she would never live this down. Except Mel didn't. She didn't do anything. She just smiled back at Isabelle, with a smirk, and made a joke of it. "Okay tooter - looks like you have somewhere else to go,' before chuckling and adding a, 'see you in there,' before letting go of her hand, and skipping off to class. At this point, Isabelle's need was becoming desperate. She began shifting her feet toward the bathroom, one hand pressed against her butt as though to help hold it in. Isabelle made her way into a stall, shifting her leotard down off her body, and yanking down her tights before sitting down on the toilet, making it just in time. Log after log, the poop slid out of Isabelle's put, loudly plopping into the toilet one after the other. Isabelle didn't care if anyone was listening, for the first time. All she cared about was that she made it in time. 'That could have been a disaster.' Isabelle's slippers sent a jolt of warmth through her body. After several minutes, Isabelle took some toilet paper and wiped herself, before standing, fixing her outfit, and making her way to the sink to wash her hands, before jogging out to class. She was already very late. Isabelle made her way out of the locker room and toward one of the large ballet studios where her class was to take place. Peering in, Isabelle saw the class was well underway, spotting Mel well into a warmup. 'Shit. As long as Ms.' It was. 'Shit," Isabelle repeated. It was Ms. Lazard. She did not care for tardiness. Isabelle slipped into the room, generating a smile from Mel. Isabelle tried to duck her head, but couldn't resist peering up to see if Lazard had noticed. Risking a glance, Isabelle starred at the teacher, only to see her starring right back, disapprovingly. This would not be good. "Ms. Weber. Thank you for joining us. Please proceed through the warmup, and then you will be presenting first." "Yes ma'am" Isabelle responded. 'Performing? Performing what, exactly?' It didn't matter, Isabelle thought. I just need to get ready. Isabelle went through the motions of warming up, stretching her legs and body in all manner that she did when preparing for her dance classes. She took a spot next to Mel, which, although the two chatted sparingly while warming up, offered a great deal of comfort. She did not feel alone for the first time that day. "Alright girls. Were going to go over the short routines you were supposed to work over the summer. Ms. Weber has volunteered to go first, so the rest of you to the back. Ms. Weber. Proceed." Isabelle stepped up the middle, Mel blowing her a kiss as she did. Isabelle was not sure what to expect. She could just do a routine she knew, but how would she know it was the one she practiced? "This could quickly turn into a disaster,' Isabelle recognized. I don't know what to -" At that moment, and all too familiar event happened. As her slippers sent warm shockwaves through her body, Isabelle watched the world fall away around her. the studio's mirror collapsed; the floor was erased beneath her; her classmates, gone, her teacher, gone. Gone was the door to the studio, and gone was the school around her. Isabelle was floating in an dark abyss, without an idea of where she was in time or space. Slowly, however, the world began to reform. A flat, warm stage expanded from underneath her feet. Golden curtains opened in front of her to the sight of hundreds of balconies in a oval formation, filled with patrons. In front of her, on the ground, an orchestra rolled out like a carpet being unfolded, followed by hundreds more seats with many more people. Isabelle knew where she was immediately. There was no mistaking it. This was the great Bolshoi Theater; historic, regal, home to the greatest Russian ballet. And standing on stage, illuminated by the stage lights, was Isabelle, standing on her own. Isabelle was no longer in her simple outfit however. She was dressed in a stunning white leotard, matching white tights, and a stunning white tutu. Her chest was covered in sparkling diamonds, which ran across her elongated figure. Everything was new. Everything, except her slippers, which she was never without. The music started, and her performance took off. Isabelle did not know what she was doing, but doing it she was. Like each time this had happened previously, her performance was mesmerizing. Isabelle was both watching it happen, while also doing it. She could not look away; she could not stop dancing. Spin after spin, leap after leap, Isabelle danced away to the bewilderment of the crowd. Until suddenly it stopped. Until Isabelle took a bow. The applause was thunderous. The noise reverberated through the stage, through her slippers, and up her legs. She had amazed them all - and the feeling was exceptional. And just like that, it all went away again. The stage fell away, the crowd disappeared. The balconies folded up together like a storybook, and seats and orchestra rolled back up into a carpet. Isabelle fell back into the abyss, before landing squarely in her ballet studio at Higgins. Ms. Lazard was back. Her classmates were back. The mirror reappeared. the floor came back under her. And Mel - the girl who had hugged her so warmly, was smiling back at her. Isabelle was snapped back to reality by Ms. Lazard. "It appears at least one of you practiced over the summer. Very good Ms. Weber. Ms. Turner, you're up next." 8 Link to comment
diaper24/7 Posted April 30, 2023 Share Posted April 30, 2023 I wonder if she can turn everything back or is this a one way trip back in time. Link to comment
BabySofia Posted April 30, 2023 Share Posted April 30, 2023 Whelp, bedwetting clearly was already an issue for this Belly! Mom had stuff on hand to do the clean-up, so I'm guessing it is destined to be a regular thing. The near miss of a messy accident tells me that will be in the not too distant future too! At the rate she's going, elementary school should be her new place to be by Monday? Back to her preschool and daycare years a couple weeks later? I really always have loved pure age regression stories, and this is turning out to be one of the great ones! Looking forward to more! 🙂 3 Link to comment
Kahlez Posted April 30, 2023 Share Posted April 30, 2023 That chapter left me with a lot of questions and theories for those but that makes it interesting. There is one problem you could help with. I dont know anything about the US school system, so how many years did she loose? Aside from that I dont think she will babysit a lot anymore, more like she will need a babysitter in the not so distance future. Maybe will we see her having playdates with Becky. Which got also somewhat of an attention so I would not be surprised if she also was turned younger. Link to comment
BabySofia Posted April 30, 2023 Share Posted April 30, 2023 1 hour ago, Kahlez said: There is one problem you could help with. I dont know anything about the US school system, If she's 14 like she's guessing she is it'll be 4 years she's lost. But, given this is the start of the school year she could be 13 at this point actually depending on her birthdate, and could be 5 years. 2 Link to comment
Kahlez Posted May 1, 2023 Share Posted May 1, 2023 13 hours ago, BabySofia said: If she's 14 like she's guessing she is it'll be 4 years she's lost. But, given this is the start of the school year she could be 13 at this point actually depending on her birthdate, and could be 5 years. Thanks I tried to look it up but you used so many different terms for stuff that I got confused why cant you just say grade 1 to 12 like normal people . To be fair the German system is not the easiest to understand also. Probably just that I am not used to the way you have it there. Link to comment
Olympiczero Posted May 1, 2023 Author Share Posted May 1, 2023 1 hour ago, Kahlez said: Thanks I tried to look it up but you used so many different terms for stuff that I got confused why cant you just say grade 1 to 12 like normal people . To be fair the German system is not the easiest to understand also. Probably just that I am not used to the way you have it there. @Kahlez Thank you for raising this issue. It was ignorant of me to simply write the narrative that way without considering that people from other countries with different school systems would be reading. I am going to review my past chapters and reconsider how I present this. I want the story to be accessible for all, and you've pointed one at least one area that makes it confusing! I'm thankful for your tip. For the sake of clarity, Isabelle was viewed as a 12th Grader in the first several chapters. In the last chapter, she is viewed as an 8th grader. 1 Link to comment
Kahlez Posted May 1, 2023 Share Posted May 1, 2023 15 minutes ago, Olympiczero said: It was ignorant of me to simply write the narrative that way without considering that people from other countries with different school systems would be reading Not really it is normal in my opinion and since the story is in the US, it would be like people say it there. I personally would not change it but maybe make a small note at the end or something, if you want help people to understand it. Link to comment
Olympiczero Posted May 5, 2023 Author Share Posted May 5, 2023 The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 19 "You were fantastic Belly." Mel had taken the locker next to Isabelle's to change in. The two were sitting there, getting into their regular school clothes. They had just watched each girl in their class complete their "summer assignments," or whatever it was. All Isabelle knew was that she had done an adequate enough job to garner some compliments from her classmates, and to not arouse suspicion from Ms. Lazard. "Thanks....Mel." Isabelle responded, before slipping her top back on. Isabelle had contemplated showering, but the truth was, she wanted to maximize her time in the library. Her plan was still on, albeit with adjustments. She would need to find Dani and Lola, and figure out if they still remembered her. She would not be able to do this without them. 'I need them. No matter what.' "Wanna grab lunch now?" Mel proposed to Isabelle. Isabelle starred at her, 'well my friend I guess,' considering the proposal. Isabelle was starring at her feet, debating as to whether to change into her sneakers or stay in her slippers. ' I don't want to ruin them....but I WANT to wear them....' Isabelle thought better of it, and swapped the slippers for her sneakers, not wanting to risk any damage to them, before turning her attention back to Mel and nodding. "Yah, that sounds great," Isabelle replied, noting she was indeed hungry. "Let me just pee first." Isabelle was not about to risk another...episode. Isabelle made her way to the same toilet stall she had used before, smiling at her new classmates along the way. It was frustrating, no doubt, to be forced into this situation. But it was a small comfort that everyone was so nice, everyone was so welcoming and kind to her. It made it all...'..not so bad actually.' Isabelle begrudgingly hid a smile. 'It still doesn't make this all...okay. Or good. I need to figure it out.' Isabelle sat down on the toilet, and much to her surprise, did in fact pee. 'I didn't even realize I had to go...' Isabelle wiped, and made her way out to her friend, who grabbed her by the hand, and started pulling her toward the cafeteria. "Come on Belly! There won't be any tater tots left at this rate." Mel's enthusiasm was contagious, and Isabelle again found herself smiling. Rather than resist, Isabelle smiled, clutched this strange girl's hand, and skipped off toward the cafeteria with her, giggling along the way. As Mel and Isabelle rounded the last corner into the cafeteria, Isabelle caught something in the corner of her eye; It was Dani and Lola, walking down the hall in the opposite direction. But just as she started to call them - Dani! Lol-" Mel had yanked her through the cafeteria doors, and into toward the line to get lunch. If Dani and Lola heard her, Isabelle would not have known. But Mel's next remark surprised her a bit "You'll see them later. For now, we eat!" Isabelle was slightly confused this new girl's proclamation. 'See them later? Why would this Mel know I'm friends with Dani and Lola?" Isabelle and Mel trudged through the line, continuing to talk about the morning's dance class. In truth, Isabelle was glad for it; she didn't know what the hell she would have to talk about with this girl, other than dance. And, the last thing she wanted at this stage was for this rando to discover what was happening to her - 'no one knows. I'm sure as heck not telling her.' Isabelle was handed a foil wrapped warm lunch - it smelled delicious - and much to her excitement, there were still plenty of tots left, and she was handed a basket right after Mel. Mel turned to her and smiled, "see? This is why we get here early you dingus!" Isabelle couldn't help but laugh, as Mel led her to a table with a few other girls Isabelle recognized from the class. Isabelle sat down next to Mel, as cute Indian girl, with gorgeous dark hair, and another girl who was much smaller than Isabelle, but someone in their class, also waved toward her and Mel. Isabelle smiled back, and waited for information. And information she received. "Hey Ras." Mel started, speaking to the Indian girl. "You were great this morning!" Ras smiled. "Thanks! you were both so great, I wish I could dance as well as you two." Isabelle smiled. The compliment was genuine. And this Ras girl was good - she had extremely long, strong legs. 'She'll grow into a great dancer,' Isabelle assessed. The fourth girl's name didn't come up immediately, much to Isabelle's disappointment. Isabelle opened her foiled lunch to find a really nice looking chicken breast and some sauce. It smelled of mangoes and citrus, and Isabelle started appreciating how hungry she was, digging in immediately. It was not the best idea to miss breakfast. The girls continued chatting away about classes they would have in the afternoon. Mel was nervous about the math class - "algebra and geometry terrify me!" Mel's fear was genuine. Isabelle smiled to herself. 'At least that part of school will be easy, having already done it. I remember how worried I was abo-......" But that was just it. Isabelle couldn't finish her sentence, only because she couldn't remember ever taking that class. Sitting here, in the cafeteria, in this moment, Isabelle tried her very best - and tried hard - to remember that class, to remember the subjects, the teachers, the material. But none of it - not one second of it existed in her memories. It was as though she had never taken the class at all. Isabelle started to get nervous. She pulled out her schedule from her bag, and started reviewing the classes she had. There was "English Literature," there was "History III," and there was "Geography." Isabelle knew that she had taken these classes as well........'but also I can't remember any of them either. What on earth?" Isabelle continued reviewing each class, and with each one, it was the same result. She had no memory of any of it. Isabelle was no longer feeling a little nervous - she was getting a lot nervous. Apparently, Mel had picked up on it. The girl wrapped her arm around Isabelle, pulling her in tight for a side hug. Mel had sensed Isabelle's nervousness, chalking it up to normal nerves about classes. "It'll be okay Izzy. We're in it together." Something about Mel's statement made Isabelle's fear dissipate away. 'This girl seems to be a nice friend. I should start treating her as one." Isabelle's nervous belly settled, and she opted to refocus her attention on eating her food, remaining silent as the girls continued to discuss classes. Once the subject was exhausted, Isabelle wondered where the topic might shift. And shift it did. "So, what's everyone's theory on who stole the crystal wand?!" Mel had thrown the subject out there, as though this was fair game to discuss already. Isabelle couldn't help herself - the words escaped her mouth before she could think "AHHH no spoilers Mel! I'm not done reading the book yet." It felt so natural, but her friends' reaction was not - the three of their jaws literally gaped open. Ras was first to speak. "How. How have you not finished it?!?! I couldn't put it down! You're nuts!" Mel, and small girl chimed in with similar thoughts. "You're the biggest Emerald Chronicle fan I know! Bigger than me, and that's saying something" Mel added, with a chuckle "How did YOU not finish it?!?" Isabelle's reaction was as natural as it was when she spoke with Dani and Lol. She felt at ease with these girls. "I don't know! I had to babysit this weekend. I didn't have time...AND last week I had to practice for the dance..." Isabelle almost mentioned the showcase, but thought better of it. "Ughh Fine." small girl added. "Well, we can at least talk about the beginning. I was SHOCKED when it turned out when Henrietta made an appearance. I was sure those wolves finished her off....Must be nice to have the powers of the Elves of Maddash and all..." Everyone nodded - including Isabelle. 'Why wouldn't I nod? It would be awesome to have those powers. Small girl is right!' The next 40 minutes passed as the girls laughed, 'ooooo-ed,' 'awwww-ed' and shrieked talking about their collective favorite book. Isabelle had been nervous about what she would talk to these girls about, but she didn't need to be, it turned out. And it felt great - she never got to talk to anyone about the Emerald Chronicles. After Henrietta, they shifted to the battle at the gemstone caverns, and then delved into the mysteries of the Library at Heathstone. It was glorious. Some people just didn't appreciate fine literature. 'It's nice that at least these sophisticated girls do!' Isabelle told herself. Before she knew it, the bell had rung, signaling the end of lunch for the 6th-8th grade students, and the start of senior lunch for 9th-12th grade. Isabelle couldn't believe it "I was supposed to spend all of lunch in the library!' She had, unfortunately, been distracted by her new...'well maybe not new, but...uh...rekindled!' friends and their conversation about the Emerald Chronicles. Nevertheless, Isabelle was disappointed with herself. She had failed in her plan. Before she knew it, Isabelle was hand-in-hand with Mel again, which brought her comfort despite her disappointment. Off they went together to their math class, before Isabelle even had a chance to consider staying behind to see Dani and Lola. Before they went in, Isabelle excused herself again, reminding herself that going to pee was essential. The last thing she would let happen would be.....'oh god. its not even thinkable.' Isabelle went to the bathroom, peed quickly again, and made her way back to class, taking a spot next to Mel that her friend had saved her, against the far window covered wall. The afternoon passed dramatically fast. Isabelle jumped from one class to the next, without a moment's hesitation. The classes were generally packed tightly together, leaving little time to do anything between. Isabelle took each opportunity to go back to the bathroom, peeing each time. More strikingly, the classes were hard. Isabelle did not remember any of them, and though she was an 18 year old in class with 14 year olds, it felt like her classmates were much better prepared and well versed with the new material than she was. Isabelle struggled mightily in math, and history was no better. The maps they looked at in geography came a little more clearly, if only because Isabelle had become so astute at reading maps from the Emerald Chronicles. But the rest of her classes were all incredibly difficult, and they left Isabelle a little distressed. She was grateful to have the same class schedule as Mel - Isabelle really liked the sweet girl. 'When I solve what's happened, I'll make sure to find her and mentor her, I suppose,' Isabelle had planned out for herself. The end of the day could not come soon enough. Isabelle checked her phone as she left her last class, to confirm that her mom was in fact planning on coming to pick her up. As she was doing so, Mel grabbed her by the hand again, spinning Isabelle to face in her direction. "So. Obviously the girls are coming over on Friday to watch the series premiere of Emerald Chronicles. You'll be there, right? And you'll stay over right? And just make sure to actually finish the Everlasting Night before you come - we have SO MUCH MORE TO DISCUSS!!" Mel was practically bouncing as she extended the invitation. Isabelle had to use all of her strength to resist simply blurting out a "YES!" It was, however, what she had wanted to do. Isabelle knew the show was coming out, but in all the chaos of the last few weeks, she had forgotten the precise date. 'It would be so much fun to watch with friends too,' Isabelle thought. There was only one problem. Friday night was Dani and Lola night. It was sleepover night with her best friends. It was sacred. It was everything. And for the first time, Isabelle felt truly awful and sad about what was happening to her. Forget her mind being hazy; forget her body seemingly changing; forget the world's perception of her; and, forget, for one moment, that none of this was real. This could not, could not be forgotten. This would be painful beyond imaginable. This was not acceptable, real or fake. Isabelle resisted. "I uh......I think I have plans on Friday already." Isabelle could see the excitement drain from her friend's face. It hurt Isabelle more than she expected. She didn't want to disappoint her bes- her friend. "But I'll check with my mom and let you know!" Isabelle said, trying to improve the situation and leave a little hope. 'Buy why would I check with mom? She doesn't dictate what I do.' Nevertheless, Isabelle's comments seemed to have had the intended effect on Mel, who smiled. "Okay fine. But I wont take no for an answer. And don't make me call Jane myself! I'm not above interference." Mel said, before skipping off , saying she needed to find her brother and go home. Isabelle laughed, and then noted to herself that this girl seemed to know her mom. 'Odd.' Isabelle checked her phone again, and saw that her mom had indicated that she would be a little late picking her up. 'Perfect. I can do a little work before she gets here.' Isabelle was left at a crossroads. Her time this afternoon in the library had unfortunately been......'interfered with by others,' but a more pressing concern existed: she needed to find Dani and Lola. She needed to know what they knew. She needed to know if, ".....if they remember me," Isabelle whispered out loud. It was too heavy a thought to let sit in her mind. It needed to escape. Isabelle contemplated, but there really was not much debate. She needed to find Dani and Lola, and she needed to find them before they left for the day. Isabelle started to jog toward the 12th grader locker area, which was adjacent to the dancing changing rooms. By her estimate, the 12th grade ballet students would have been wrapping up afternoon classes, and Isabelle could catch her friends in the locker room. Isabelle made her way through the maze that was Higgins, turning, twisting, climbing and descending stairs, and finally arrived at the locker rooms. Isabelle watched as Victoria left the locker room with a few other girls Isabelle had been in school with for years....'Or have I?' Isabelle was compelled to wonder. Isabelle shook the thought off, and made her way into the locker room. While it was not a strange occurrence for a ballet student to be in the ballet locker rooms, Isabelle stood out like a sore thumb. It was 12th grade ballet, and by every indication, Isabelle was not a 12th grader. Her shrunken appearance had never felt more obvious, standing around girls who just 2 weeks prior were, by every measure, her classmates. But as she walked in, Isabelle couldn't help but notice how much taller each girl seemed; how much curvier each girl's body was; how much sharper their features were. Next to them, Isabelle felt, well, "dainty....even frumpish..' It was the best Isabelle could come up with. Isabelle shook off the strange stares at her presence, looing desperately for her friends. Isabelle began to walk down each row of lockers, finding the room sparsely filled, as most girls had likely left for the day. Row by row, Isabelle became more disappointed, more panicked. As she made her way to the last row, her heart sank; 'They aren't here.' Isabelle had made the wrong choice, or been too slow. 'Or perhaps both.' But, just as she was sinking into her disappointment, Isabelle felt a familiar touch on her shoulder, followed by an all too familiar voice. "Izzy?! What are you doing here?" Isabelle could hardly contain herself: it was Lola, and Lola knew who she was. Isabelle turned, without thinking, and threw her arms around Lola, finding her arms wrapping a little lower on Lola's back than usual, but nevertheless, grasping tightly. Isabelle held her, for what felt like full minutes, before the best thing happened - Lola hugged her back. "Come, sit down Izzy! What's wrong?" Isabelle shrugged off the new name her friend was calling her, jumping at the opportunity to sit with Lola. It was only then that Isabelle realized that Lola was in nothing but a towel, having just come out of the shower. Isabelle was not sure why, but she turned red at the realization. Isabelle sat down, excited to be with Lola. But before she knew it, the situation improved for the better. Dani rounded the far end of the lockers, smiling in their direction, and making her way to them. "Hey Izzy. What's going on? What are you doing here?" Dani started, before changing her tone to a more sympathetic one. "You look upset -" Dani continued, sitting next to Isabelle and putting an arm around her, pulling her in for a hug. "What's wrong?" Lola, sitting on the other side of Isabelle, took a guess - "Rough first day? That last year of middle school is a bitch." Isabelle wanted to be upset. She wanted to protest - to remind her friends that she was not a middle schooler, she was not an eight grader. She was in 12th grade - like they were. But in that moment it didn't matter. 'Maybe in more than just this moment. Maybe it doesn't matter at all. Maybe its enough......' Isabelle could hardly believe she was even thinking the words. "Maybe it's enough that I still have them in my life. Maybe that's what matters, and all of this.........I just.....maybe there is nothing I can do,' Isabelle thought, beginning to wonder if she was too far gone - if there was no return from this coma she had hypothesized this all to be caused by. So, instead, Isabelle just nodded, silently, her rounded chin tucked against her clavicle, her eyes closed, and beginning to tear. Her friends didn't judge her, they just hugged her. "It couldn't have been all that bad," Lola suggested, "You improved so much this summer in the program. Dani and I watched you in our Friday seminars with you - you were top of the class by the end." Dani nodded, adding that "Izzy - you had to have killed it this morning. Did you presentation with Lazard go well?" Isabelle, managing to keep her tears inside, picked her head up. The pity from her friends was palpable - her eyes were obviously glossy. And at least Isabelle knew where her friends thought they knew her from, at least in part. Isabelle should have figured it out sooner, but...well didn't. As part of the Higgins program, senior girls taught Friday classes to the middle schoolers. It started over the summer, and ran through the end of the next year, before the senior spring show. Isabelle had loved that program over the summer. It was fun to meet the younger kids, who kind of looked up to you. Dani in particular was a star teacher, and all the kids loved her. Dani had a leg up, Isabelle supposed, because she taught in a local studio to many of the Higgins girls twice a week after school 'Guess that's just me now - one of those kids that looks up to her.' Isabelle wiped her nose, which had been running, before responding. "It actually did go very well. I was late, so Lizard Lazard made me go first. But it went well. Classes, on the other hand......they weren't fun." Lola smiled in return, "Classes will get easier. They just throw a lot at you before you move to high school. And well be here to help if you need!" Dani likewise was very supportive, "Don't worry about it Izzy. Well shake it all off on Friday. You'll let us know how the rest of the week went, and how classes were. Trust us - it'll get better." Isabelle smiled. It did feel better to talk to Lola and Dani, though, waiting until Friday to see them again would be too long. Nevertheless, Isabelle uttered a genuine "thanks guys,' before taking a deep breath and feeling better. Lola stood up, and dropped her towel in front of her locker, pulling out her clothes to start changing. "Plus, we have some good news to tell you that might cheer you up," Lola started. Isabelle, while hearing her words, couldn't help but stare at her naked friend. All Isabelle could feel in that moment was a dose of insecurity. Lola was a beautiful grown woman, with outstanding curves, and a strong ballet bod. Her black hair flowed down just to the tip of her round, perky breasts, which in particular, made Isabelle feel inferior. Isabelle looked back down at her own chest, reminded that her once small, but noticeable breasts, had all but vanished. Lola was pulling up her thong, grabbing a bra as she continued. "Dani got the lead in the Nutcracker for the winter show. And I got the lead for the spring show - Swan Lake. Seems the teachers went double Tchaikovsky this year - were to do a compare and contrast on the competing themes and the historical impact on the writing as part of the integrated history class this year." As Lola finished sharing the fantastic news, she hooked her bra and threw on a sweater. Isabelle was glad to be able to stop blushing. But more importantly - this was unbelievable news. Isabelle had all but forgotten about the showcases, even if they were less than a week ago. It didn't seem to matter anymore, since, her showcase has obviously been forgotten. 'Or more likely, never even happened,' Isabelle thought, pondering how this timeline worked. It didn't matter though. Isabelle couldn't have been happier for her friends. Lola deserved the spring lead - there was no question about it. But Dani, though a great dancer, was not top of the class. It was such an accomplishment that she got the role. Isabelle couldn't contain her excitement. "I'm so excited for you guys!!!! That is amazing! You're both sure to be able to launch those into amazing roles in amazing companies after graduation!" It was true - the Higgins leads always did. Her friends would be living their dreams. Isabelle, however, would need to wait it seemed. Isabelle was puzzled by her reaction, in part. Dance was certainly competitive. And ballet was perhaps the most competitive of the disciplines. Isabelle wanted to feel distressed, wanted to feel cheated that it had not been her, even if not a lead, that received a prominent role in the senior show. Yer she didn't. Something in her heart told her it was not her time. And in all the chaos of the last two weeks, nothing felt more certain than that feeling. It was not her time. Her time would come though. And so, all she felt was joy for her friends. Isabelle sat around, curiously to Lola and Dani, until her phone buzzed a few minutes later, informing her that her mom had arrived at the middle school ot. Isabelle said her goodbyes, and decided to make her way out to her mom's car. Her library adventure would have to wait until tomorrow. Isabelle found her mom's car quite easily, quickly making her way to the trunk and dropping her bags there, before returning to the front seat to sit with her mom. Jane eyed her, contemplating saying something, before letting her daughter ease into the seat. "How was your first day sweetie?" Jane asked, as she moved the car into drive, and started heading home. "It was okay mom. Dance went well. But some of the classes were hard," Isabelle confessed to her mom. There was no use hiding anything. "And I'm pretty tired," Isabelle added at the end. Jane's lip curled at the last remark, again, letting it slide - for the most part. "Well you need to get to bed earlier sweetie, like I said. and make sure you sleep through the night. You were up all night last night." Isabelle had almost forgotten that her mom had heard her, well, "getting water" in the middle of the night. 'OH SHOOT' Isabelle remembered. 'I left the sheets in the dryer downstairs. I need to find a way to get them and fold them up.' It would be tough to explain to her mom why she had new sheets on one day after her mom had made her bed up for her. She would need to be delicate...and quiet. "How did you performance go this morning? How was Mel's?" Jane continued, probing her daughter for more information about her day. Isabelle was taken aback a little, but responded in turn "It went well mom. I had to go first because I was late to class. Mel did well too. She actually - " Isabelle cut herself off. She hadn't really put much more thought into her plans for the weekend. And she was surprised at how much she actually wanted to take Mel up on her offer. But her Friday night was usually sacred. It was Dani and Lola night. But even in her current state, It was unlikely that she was going to have her regular plans. '12th graders don't invite 8th graders to sleepover.' Isabelle reminded herself. And even though her friends remembered her, albeit in a different manner, it hurt feeling she would be alone Friday. Starting to come to terms with her predicament, Isabelle decided to make the best of a bad situation. "...she actually invited me to sleep over on Friday night. Is that okay?" Jane turned and smiled at her daughter. "Of course it is hunny. I'll take you over there after school. So pack your bag beforehand. Just remember that Saturday you're going over to Jess's house, okay?" Isabelle nodded - at least some things weren't different. Obviously she had don't a good enough job last weekend to secure more work. The conversation ended as Jane pulled her car into the driveway at the house. Isabelle hopped out of the car, and grabbed her bags from the back of the car, and headed up the stairs after her mom. Isabelle dropped her bags as her mom opened the door, and started heading toward the basement. "Isabelle, can you just take your things to your room first?" Isabelle stopped, turned around, and picked up her bags, jogging up the stairs, and turning toward her room. She didn't have a ton of time if she didn't want to risk her mom finding her sheets. Isabelle opened her door and dropped her bags. But something was off - her bed was made, and the room was tidied up a bit. 'I didn't do any of that?' Isabelle thought to herself, with panic setting in. She noticed that her bed had the purple sheets she had put on last night, so there was no major concern there. But Isabelle needed to get downstairs. Stammering down the steps, Isabelle made her way down to the basement, ignoring her mom's remark about slowing down on her way down there. Isabelle moved quickly, turning into the laundry room, and immediately opened the dryer door. What she saw, however, terrified her. ... It was empty. ... 'Why is it EMPTY?!?!' ... Panic set in. Despite the dryer being, very obviously empty, Isabelle stuck her hands inside, frantically throwing them about as though if she did it enough times, the sheets would reappear. Isabelle was contemplating every possible option. 'Did I fold them and forget....no, that didn't happen. Did mom find them? What did she think if she did? Maybe....maybe mom didn't find them. Maybe they just disappeared.....maybe they just changed like other things are changing, and.....went away?!' Isabelle couldn't exactly, ask her mom what happened. It would lead to more questions. Maybe it was promising that her mom HADN'T said anything, leaving open the possibility that no one was the wiser. 'Maybe she just folded them, and put them away. That was possible, right?' Isabelle asked herself, doubting the chances that was the case. Whatever happened, Isabelle wasn't willing to find out just yet. Rather than heading back upstairs, Isabelle decided to stay down on the couch and turn on the television. Much to her excitement, an episode of Rover Roo and the cluefinders was on, and Isabelle very quickly became engrossed with the show. She hadn't ever seen this one - an episode that focused on some deep sea diver who was plaguing Awesomeville by removing all the toilet seat handles. 'What a menace,' Isabelle thought. Fortunately, Rover Roo solved the crime quickly. As the episode ended, Isabelle heard her mom call to her, letting her know dinner was ready. Isabelle took a deep breath, reminded of the dilemma she was in. Isabelle lifted herself off of the couch, and made her way to the staircase, turning back as though to consider running away. Nevertheless, there was nowhere to go, and so Isabelle climbed the stairs. As Isabelle made her way into the kitchen, a delicious scent hit her nose - "hmmmm Mom! Grilled cheese! Yes!" It was grilled cheese and tomato soup night, of course. "Yes sweetheart, I figured I would make one of your favorites," Jane replied. Isabelle wasn't sure about favorite, but....'what the heck, yes it is!' Isabelle immediately sat down, and started dipping her sandwich into her soup. "I'm glad you like it sweetheart. You were downstairs a while. Did you find whatever it was you were looking for?" Jane asked, curiously. Isabelle paused, holding her sandwich above her soup, considering how to answer. 'Just play it cool,' Isabelle decided. "I wasn't looking for anything mom. Just watching TV." Isabelle replied, as calmly as she could. She didn't want her mom picking up on how nervous she was. "Oh,' Jane responded, sounding disappointed, as if she had hoped for a different answer. Jane continued, "Well, it sounded like you were rummaging. If you need help......finding anything, just tell me sweetie, okay? I'm here." Isabelle did her best not to read too much into it, but Isabelle was growing more fearful that her mother had...discovered her, well her accident. Isabelle had no choice - she had to live the lie. "Nope mom. I'm all good,' Isabelle responded, before dipping the last bite of her grilled cheese into her soup. Isabelle then picked the bowl up, and started slurping what was left, accidentally pouring a little down onto her purple shirt. Isabelle put the bowl down, and then very unexpectedly - "Buh-UUuurrrp!" Isabelle didn't know where that came from, but it was quite the belch. "ISABELLE!" Jane exclaimed, half laughing and half chastising. "Not very lady-like! That was gross. Now go clean up, and get to bed earlier tonight." Isabelle nodded, slightly embarrassed by her gaseous explosion, and proceeded to go up the stairs. Isabelle was sure about only two things, as she headed upstairs. First, that she would indeed be getting into bed earlier tonight; she had been tired all day. Second, that she was not having a repeat of the night before - there would be no accident. And so if she needed to re-do her plan from Dani's last week, and set alarms, set alarms she would. As Isabelle entered her room, she pulled her phone out and started setting alarms throughout the night, before setting it down on her dresser to change into her pajamas for the night. As she did, Isabelle thought something was missing. 'I left...something her this morning.' But for the life of her, Isabelle couldn't remember what. 'Oh well," Isabelle shrugged it off, before pulling out a set of matching pajamas with some sparkly hearts on them, and pulling them on. "Better go use the toilet now, before I get into bed." Isabelle went to the bathroom, and sat down on the toilet to pee. Surprisingly, her stomach informed her she needed to poop as well. Isabelle was relieved - last thing she needed was another problem like she had this morning. Isabelle wiped, flushed, and then went to brush her teeth and wash her face. "Ahhhhhhh...all better" Isabelle said, staring at herself in the mirror, before strangely, giving herself a wink. Isabelle headed back to her bedroom, intent to get into bed early tonight. She did, of course, have some homework to do - she had about 300 pages left of the Endless Night, and she had to read it all before Friday. Isabelle checked her phone - 8:51 - there was plenty of time to read, before shutting her bedroom light off, and making her way to her bed. Isabelle pulled back her comforter, and then her purple sheets, before climbing underneath the covers and pulling them over her. Isabelle then pulled Rabbity into her lap, turned her bedside lamp on, and started reading her book. Before she knew it, all went dark. ... ... Isabelle was woken by her alarm - and her bladder. Without thinking, Isabelle shoved the book on her chest to the side, and quickly made her way to the bathroom, peeing as soon as she sat down. Breathing deeply, Isabelle settled herself, wiped, and made her way back to bed. Isabelle checked her phone - it was 3:06 - she had slept for maybe, 4-5 hours. She didn't recall reading too long. But she didn't feel rested. She felt exhausted, and as soon as she got back into bed, fell asleep right away. ... ... Isabelle was woken a second time by her alarm. She grabbed her phone next to her - it was 6:00 AM. Isabelle lifted herself up, contemplating getting out of bed to pee. 'But I don't need to......' Isabelle thought long and hard about what to do. She would be getting up in an hour or so anyway. 'I can wait......its not big deal.' content with her decision, Isabelle put her head back down on her pillow, found Rabbity with her left arm, and fell asleep again. ... ... Isabelle's alarm went off for the third time. However, it wasn't her phone alarm that concerned her. It was another alarm that had her attention. A far more frightening alarm. 5 Link to comment
WBDaddy Posted May 5, 2023 Share Posted May 5, 2023 You've done a great job of slow-burning here. Izzy's steady regression coupled with memory erasure is really good. One thing I'd suggest to make it easier to read is to break paragraphs when you change speakers. For example: 16 minutes ago, Olympiczero said: Isabelle wiped her nose, which had been running, before responding. "It actually did go very well. I was late, so Lizard Lazard made me go first. But it went well. Classes, on the other hand......they weren't fun." Lola smiled in return, "Classes will get easier. They just throw a lot at you before you move to high school. And well be here to help if you need!" Dani likewise was very supportive, "Don't worry about it Izzy. Well shake it all off on Friday. You'll let us know how the rest of the week went, and how classes were. Trust us - it'll get better." Is much clearer and easier for the reader to follow like this: 16 minutes ago, Olympiczero said: Isabelle wiped her nose, which had been running, before responding, "It actually did go very well. I was late, so Lizard Lazard made me go first. But it went well. Classes, on the other hand......they weren't fun." Lola smiled in return. "Classes will get easier. They just throw a lot at you before you move to high school. And well be here to help if you need!" Dani likewise was very supportive. "Don't worry about it Izzy. Well shake it all off on Friday. You'll let us know how the rest of the week went, and how classes were. Trust us - it'll get better." 1 1 Link to comment
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