PamperedPrince Posted November 2, 2024 Posted November 2, 2024 Hey everyone! While I haven't given up on my current stories, I had to return to work since my side gigs haven't been paying the bills. For this reason, I have been less productive on my stories. I will return to those stories in due time. But as for the good news, I have began writing a new passion project that I would like to add to the "shoes" genre of age regression stories. If any of you have read Olympiczero's The Ballet Slippers (I DEFINITELY recommend this one!), this story intends to use a different form of footwear with a different setting and different characters. I know that I wanted more after reading The Ballet Slippers so I decided to "run" with this concept and create a new tale in the "shoe" genre. I will be posting a new chapter every few days so I am welcome to all of your feedback! I know that I have a good setting but there are some other things that I want to fine tune with the story. I definitely know where I want to go with it later on, and you'll see when we get there. But without further ado, here's the story! NOTE TO THE READER: This story is inspired from Olympiczero's "The Ballet Slippers". This story is to be treated as a tribute, and my own unique spin on the original classic. Enjoy the story! Prologue Darcy glanced at her phone, carefully examining the map on the Maps app. The map displayed a wide grid of roads all intersecting each other. The blue dot indicated her current position on the map and that she successfully reached the destination. Sonya’s Shoe Shop. “Could this be the place?” Darcy wondered. Darcy got out of her red Toyota 4Runner and glanced around as she took in her surroundings. A large grouping of businesses were all around her on the narrow street where she parallel parked. This part of town seemed vacant and almost had an eerie feeling about it. Darcy could feel it in the warm California breeze. Sure, it was northern California, but she was away from the hustle and bustle of Los Angeles and on the very northern edge of San Francisco. Despite all this, she still felt something unsettling in her gut as she frantically glanced at the various businesses, trying to find this famed shoe store. From what the Maps app told her, Sonya’s Shoe Shop had over 3,000 reviews with an average 4.7 out of 5-star rating. It was one of the highest rated shoe stores in the Bay Area, and she could only settle on the best when it came to getting an extra special gift for her now adult daughter. But no matter where Darcy glanced around, she couldn’t find the shoe store. Could it have gone out of business recently? How could such a successful business exist and not have any prominent signage? Darcy was about to give up and enter the address again when she felt something inside of her. Some kind of strange energy was coming from one of the buildings, and she just couldn’t figure out which one. She just walked onto the sidewalk and walked forward, feeling the energy getting stronger. It was like a giant magnet, pulling Darcy forward. Then she saw it right ahead of her. A small humble sign that read SONYA’S SHOE SHOP. This was the place. The strange and surreal energy was coming right from this place. Darcy knew what she was looking for. She pulled a slip of paper out of her purse and entered the store. The bells jingled as she entered the store, Darcy making her entrance. A kind Hispanic woman who was just a little shorter than Darcy approached the counter. “Welcome to Sonya’s Shoe Shop.” The woman warmly spoke as she made her introduction. “I am Sonya Martinez, sole proprietor of this wonderful store. In my store, I have shoes for every size specifically tailored to running. How may I help you, young lady?” Darcy couldn’t help but smile to herself. Although she was in her late forties, a lot of people were convinced that she looked 15 years younger. Darcy attributed this to good exercise and good dieting. She didn’t even feel like she was approaching fifty. In fact, she still felt like she was in her prime. She knew that the woman was trying to be polite, but this Sonya really had no business in knowing her true age. All she was here for was to get a very special pair of shoes for her daughter, and that was just what she was going to get. And she wouldn’t take no for an answer. “Hi!” Darcy said, feeling a little unsure of herself. It wasn’t that she lacked confidence in talking to the woman but that she was afraid that this wonderful shoe store that Sonya was boasting about would not have the specific pair of shoes that her daughter wanted to have. She got out her list and began to read it out loud, from top to bottom. “I came to your shoe store because the reviews said that you were the very best running shoe store in the Bay Area.” Sonya nodded and gave Darcy a look of humility. “I try my best. Really, it’s about trying to satisfy the needs of every customer. Shoemaking has been in my family for generations and I aim to please. What are you looking for? How can I help you today?” Darcy felt warm inside, as that last question really pierced her soul. “How can I be helped?” Darcy asked herself, feeling a sense of gratitude as the question continued to ring in her ear. She looked back at her list. “My daughter is an avid runner, and she has been running since she was a little girl. She’s ran in the Junior Trail Blazers and cross country from middle school to high school. She’s completed countless 5K’s, 10K’s, and completed five marathons. So I need a very special pair of running shoes for Charlotte. They need to have a few carbon plates, a moderate length of lugs, and a gaiter attachment. Oh, and the stack height needs to be ideal. And the rocker needs to be good to give her plenty of endurance. And make sure there’s a good sockliner to wick a lot of the sweat away. The toe box needs to be the perfect width with a well-designed toe cap and toe spring. And…Can I just give you the whole list? There’s a lot more details listed here. Every single one needs to be in the pair of shoes.” Sonya nodded and took the list from Darcy. She spent the next couple of minutes studying the various details that Darcy requested for her daughter’s running shoes, giving occasional nods as she studied the list. “I see. I know how important a good running shoe is. Miss…” She paused as she cast an awkward gaze on her new customer, hoping that she would offer her last name to her. “Warren.” Darcy answered quickly. “Darcy Warren.” “Miss Warren,” Sonya nodded, satisfied that she got the name of her new customer. “Getting to your point, I know the importance of good running shoes. I not only design shoes, but I’m an avid runner myself. I’ve completed 15 marathons and three triathlons, dear. I know that participating in these events require a very special shoe. Now, I don’t really have anything out here that would satisfy your requirements, but…” she gave Darcy a hopeful smile as she raised her index finger. “I think that I might have something in the back. I will be right back, Miss Warren.” Darcy felt like she had one more thing to add that was on the tip of her tongue. So, she went right out with it. “Sonya, Char has also completed one triathlon.” Sonya turned back and nodded. “Excellent. Your daughter needs a good shoe then. I will be right back.” Sonya walked through the aisles that had various shoes all sorted in different sections. There were tennis shoes, and every kind of running shoe imaginable. Shoes made for running through wooded trails and shoes made for running down the rough pavement of roads. The latter shoes were ideal for training for races and even the Olympics. In all of her years of having the shoe store open, she has even sold a few pairs to a few Olympians who were in Track and Field for the US Olympic Team. She finally got to the back door, which led down to the basement. The musty smell filled her nostrils as she walked down the creeky stairs, leading down to a storeroom. The rays from the sun danced from the window above, splashing down onto a chair that was by a workstation. Near the desk of the workstation were a few rows of shelves each stacked high with different bins and shoe boxes. Sonya lifted up a bin where she thought that she would be able to find the pair of shoes that Darcy was looking for. All she found in the bin was raw material to make new shoes. Sheets of polyester and nylon mesh all rolled into neat tubes and stacked within the bin. There were even two shoes that were tailor made for a customer who decided to cancel their order at the last minute. Both shoes were buried in the polyester and nylon like a permanent grave. Sonya glanced at a few order slips on her desk, each one from a customer that requested a custom order that could not be found in the store. She glanced at the list that Darcy gave her and read it. Carbon plates. Lugs that were not too short or too long. A gaiter attachment. An ideal stack height. A good rocker for plenty of endurance and a good sockliner to handle the moisture. A wide enough toe box. A well-designed toe cap and toe spring. She thought that she knew of a pair of shoes that would match the description that Darcy gave her. But she was wrong. She had no such shoe to produce for the woman. If this were a race, she would be just short of the finish line. It pained Sonya to not be able to provide a solution to what her customer needed. But being a runner, Sonya was not about to quit. She walked over to her workstation and tore off a new order slip. “I’ll design a new pair of running shoes that would match Miss Warren’s description,” she told herself as she began to write all the details on the form, including Miss Warren’s name and what she wanted. In the middle of Sonya filling out the form, she felt a strong energy in the room. Sonya did not know why she was doing this, but the energy made her stand up. The energy flowed into her and sent a shiver down her spine. As much as she wanted to keep filling out the form and returning to Miss Warren, she found her legs moving towards a set of shelves. She felt more and more out of control with each step she made towards the shelves. It was like someone else was controlling her every movement. When Sonya was finally between the two shelves, she wanted to move her legs forward, but she found herself unable to move. Her feet felt glued to the floor beneath her. The only thing she could do was kneel, lower and lower. She kneeled down until she reached the bottom shelf, where there was a white bin that was somehow unlabeled. This confused and frightened Sonya as she usually labels every one of her bins. She grabbed the bin and found herself moving back to the workstation like she was on autopilot. She glanced at the bin, looking perplexed. She couldn’t ever remember even having this bin anywhere in her store, which made the contents all the more mysterious. She opened the bin to find a blue sports tank top with black athletic shorts. Along with this ensemble was a shoe box. The shoe box had two letters boldly labeled in a designer font. The fancy letters read “B.V.” She lifted up the lid of the shoe box to find a pair of women’s running shoes. The shoes were white as snow, with thick pink curves marking the design around the quarter in wide arcs. The pink stitching encircled the boundary of the vamp and also marked the boundary of the quarter. Each of the eyelets of the shoe shared the same pink color, and the shoes were all laced with white laces, each shoe already neatly tied in a bow. She examined the shoes in the box for a closer look, noticing all the details were perfectly on point with Miss Warren’s written description of what she wanted. She saw the carbon plates running around the contours of the midsole of the shoe. The distribution of the lugs, she saw, were just right. They ran evenly beneath the outsole of the shoe. The gaiter attachment sat beneath the pull tab that rested on the heel. The stack height looked right. Both the outsole and midsole were perfectly curved, so the rocker was there. The sockliner curved all the way up from the tongue to the heel counter. The toe box looked wide enough, and the toe cap and toe spring were smooth to the touch. A perfect blend of polyester and nylon. Sonya was simply beyond words. These shoes were perfect. Exactly what Darcy was looking for. What were the odds of her finding something that matched her specific description perfectly? She marveled at the craftsmanship of the pair of shoes, knowing the amount of work and detail needed to make them. This, she knew, was a custom order. And shoes like this could not be mass produced. She folded the tongue of one of the shoes up with both her hands to inspect the size of the shoe. A small “7” was neatly printed on the white tongue tag of the shoe. Size 7. “These should be the right size,” Sonya thought. As Sonya picked up the shoes, a weird energy began to flow into her. She was now no longer in her shoe store but was running down a city street, like she was in a marathon. Thousands of onlookers cheered her on as she passed numerous marathon runners effortlessly. After that, she was running in another city. Boston. New York. Los Angeles. Chicago. Paris. London. It was like the shoes were showing her every leg of the past wearer’s journey. Then she saw junior track meets. Cross country running at middle school. At high school. Running on various trails. Organized running where she had a vision of running past a group of children. Sonya tried to find the shoe store where she was at, but she was lost in a dark void. All her eyes could perceive now was darkness, before the darkness vanished, reverting back into a blurry version of the storeroom where she was, until the blurriness went away in a couple of minutes. She was still holding the shoes and now had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. “Maybe I shouldn’t give her the shoes,” Sonya thought. “Yes. I’ll suggest to her an alternative. I will not let her buy these shoes.” Sonya put the shoe back in the box with its twin and placed the lid back on it. She wanted to place the box back in the bin and place the bin where it belonged, but her hands couldn’t move. She felt it as she held the box. A warmth filled her that she couldn’t explain. She couldn’t even walk back to where she found the bin. Her feet were both glued to the floor. Then, she strained, trying to move both feet with all of her might. Finally, her two feet began to move. But each foot that hit the floor felt like a deadweight. And to her horror, she was not moving towards where she found the shoes, but towards the stairs, holding the shoe box in her hands. Each additional step felt heavier and heavier. “What am I doing?” Sonya thought. She was confused, unable to explain the strange magic that was moving her forward. She was now moving faster, her gait increasing ever closer towards the stairs. But her movements were not her own. She felt like a marionette, with someone else pulling the strings. Meanwhile, Darcy was still waiting at the counter for Sonya to return. It must have been at least 20 minutes since she left to look for the shoes. Darcy glanced at the time display on her cellphone, a pitch-black screen with white numbers displaying the time. She was wrong. It has now been almost 30 minutes since Sonya left to complete her kind errand for her. And this errand, she knew, was important. Considering the amount of running that her daughter did, she needed the best shoes that she could find. Darcy nervously twirled her fingers through her jet-black hair. Considering that there were no customers in the store, she felt safe, happily indulging in her nervous stim. Her hands then shifted to her orange sundress, where she began to play with the hem of her dress, pinching her two fingers over the hem, rubbing the pinched fabric against her fingers in repeated motions, pinching her two fingers with the fabric up and down. Up and down. Up and down. Darcy was self-aware of these stims and fidgets and only partook of them privately to relieve her anxiety and stress. And the anxiety continued to well up inside of her as she ruminated over the root cause of it. It was…her daughter. The one thing that held her together and gave her both meaning and purpose. And that one thing that she cherished so much was now mostly absent in her life. Her dear sweet daughter Charlotte. Darcy knew that she had to let her go. Charlotte was an adult now and would be turning 30 in November. But the sadness and loneliness both ate away at her heart like a cancer. She let out a soft sigh, her heavy heart filled with the fond memories that she spent with her. Sure, Charlotte was coming home to visit for 17 days. But that brief amount of time would hardly quench Darcy’s lingering loneliness that she had for her dear daughter. A girl that she was totally proud of. Charlotte was able to amaze Darcy in so many ways. From the day that she showed a young Charlotte her modeling photos of her wearing beautiful dresses, Charlotte wanted her to “take pictures of her in pitty dwesses”. Darcy wasted no time in contacting a child modeling agency and young Charlotte was a natural at it. She appeared in toddler children’s clothing catalogs and even secured a deal to appear in a few diaper commercials. Charlotte potty trained late so Darcy was able to utilize this to her advantage. Her petite size and ideal age made her the perfect choice for these commercials. And most of the commercial shoots were done in one or two takes. The other things that amazed Darcy was what Charlotte did later on. Enrolling her in Langford became the obvious choice, as she wanted to utilize her daughter’s modeling talent to its full potential. And because Charlotte always ran, she was enrolled in all manner of running programs from toddlerhood to adulthood. Charlotte ran in 1K’s when she was very little. And as she got older, the 1K’s became 2K’s. Then 5K’s and 10K’s. Then half marathons. And finally, when Charlotte was an adult, she was now running marathons. And with the most recent marathon that Charlotte ran on St. Patrick’s Day in Los Angeles, she finished it in her best place yet. She came in 50th with a time of 2:43:29 out of more than 25,000 participants. The pace for her miles were around 6 minutes and 14 seconds. Darcy felt bad that she didn’t get her daughter a gift to celebrate her greatest accomplishment in long-distance running. With it being now almost five months since the race, this would be a wonderful gift for Charlotte and a great help to her as she trains for the Labor Day Marathon that would be taking place at the end of August in San Francisco. And besides the marathon, Darcy was impressed with how well her daughter can juggle her running with her highly demanding work schedule. In the more recent years, Charlotte has become very popular in the modeling industry, now starting to earn more than even the top models. This made Darcy very proud of Charlotte, as she was now able to finally buy her “Barbie Dream House”: a cozy mansion in Beverly Hills. Darcy has been to her daughter’s new house last year and was greatly impressed. It looked more like a palace than a house, with numerous bedrooms and countless bathrooms. A private movie theater, an indoor and outdoor pool, a private gym with a state-of-the-art treadmill, a 20-car garage, and even private living quarters for the maids and other staff. The house that she lived in near Langford paled in comparison to her daughter’s Barbie Mansion. It was everything that she wanted, so Darcy reasoned that if Charlotte was happy, she too would be happy for her daughter’s success. After all, the tuition that Darcy paid to enroll Charlotte in Langford was well worth the sacrifice. Her numerous and sporadic gigs in modeling and acting paid the bills and got her a modest house that was not too far from Langford. Like any college debt, Darcy was sacked with the bills from Langford after Charlotte graduated. “And forget college!” Darcy sighed to herself with a morose face as she thought of the bills. “Langford was a high school!” And since Charlotte also attended grades 5 through 8 through Langford middle school, this poured salt on the wound and doubled Darcy’s debt. But three years ago, Charlotte surprised her mother in giving her a check to pay off the Langford tuition as a Christmas gift. But this was not all. She received an additional $50,000 from her daughter and was told to use it, as Charlotte said, “On a shopping spree”. But Darcy only spent half the money and saved the rest. Darcy then glanced at her phone again to find that another 10 minutes has gone by. It has now been 40 minutes since Sonya politely dismissed herself to try and find the perfect shoes that was per Darcy’s description on the slip of paper. At this point, it seemed like she was on some hopeless quest to find the hidden treasure. Her tardiness began to frustrate Darcy, as she began to tap the heels of her black pumps against the hardwood floor of the store. Each additional minute further fueled the frustration and growing defeat that was beginning to erupt inside of her. Finally, Darcy heard the sound of the door screeching open. A great feeling of ecstasy and relief came over Darcy as she saw Sonya holding a shoe box in both hands. “Could these be it?” she asked herself. “Are these the special shoes that will make my dear Charlotte happy?” Sonya plopped the shoe box on the counter and then produced a dutiful smile. “Sorry about the delay, Miss Warren. Special shoes can sometimes take a while to find.” Sonya figured that this lie would be enough to satisfy Darcy, as she was not about to tell her about her troubling experience with the mysterious magic that came from the shoe box. The strange and surreal magic that somehow altered her reality, forcing her to see strange visions and immobilizing her. It was like she was afforded a glimpse of the memories that the past owner of the shoes had. “Was selling the shoes to Miss Warren a good idea?” she wondered. Her subconscious was now beginning to scream at the top of its lungs. “Don’t sell her the shoes!” it screamed. But Sonya felt a warm energy from the shoe box that calmed her. It silenced her subconscious completely, extinguishing every last one of the fragments of the subconscious voice that was inside of her. Suddenly, a thought began to enter her mind. A thought that made her happy. Everything was going to be alright. “I need to sell her the shoes,” she told herself, as making each customer happy has always been the goal for her shoe business. And nothing else mattered. Darcy smiled as she presented her credit card to Sonya. She was very happy about the purchase that she was about to make, as she knew that these shoes were about to make Charlotte happy. Or so she hoped. A wadge of doubt began to invade her mind like an unwanted intruder. “What if Charlotte doesn’t like the shoes?” she wondered, casting a doubtful stare on Sonya. She now felt that she needed to ask Sonya a few questions to ensure that she was making the right purchase. “My Char is a size 7,” she anxiously gulped. “Is that the right size?” Sonya grabbed Darcy’s credit card and gave her a complete nod of confidence. “The shoe is a size 7,” she told her. “So it should fit your daughter’s feet well. Trust me. I’ve worked with shoes for a long time.” She glanced at Darcy, as if she wanted to say something else. “Ah yes! Those running shoes! The one who had them before…she was a very good runner. Her name was…………She was…….Well, I can’t think of her name.” At this moment, Sonya couldn’t help but feel awkward. Did she really know the one that used to own these shoes? Just recently, she didn’t even know that the shoes existed, and now they looked eerily familiar… She pursed her lips and maintained her positive demeanor, softly uttering another truth to further seal the deal. “And, Miss Warren, don’t forget. I’m an avid runner like your daughter. That is why I started this business, dear. Now are you going to trust a fellow runner like me?” This last question convinced Darcy, making her feel a lot better as she watched Sonya scan the credit card on the point-of-sale credit card terminal. A soft tap on the screen from Sonya reminded her to sign her signature before the transaction could be completed. Darcy, feeling more confident, signed her first and last name in cursive (DARCY M. WARREN) before receiving the printed receipt from Sonya and an accomplished smile from her. “I hope your daughter enjoys those shoes,” Sonya said, very happy to have another satisfied customer. “Feel free to come back and return the shoes if they don’t fit. And please leave a review. It helps my business to stand out from all the others in the Bay Area.” Darcy nodded as she began to pick up the shoe box. “Sure thing! Thank you very much, Sonya. My Char is going to LOVE these shoes!” But as Darcy was walking out of the store with the shoe box, her entire body was jolted with a feeling of warmth, which she guessed was coming from the shoe box. The warm feeling began at her toes and ran all the way up her legs and into her heart. This sent Darcy into a panic. “What is this that I’m feeling?” she said to herself, now casting a curious glance on the shoe box. “I don’t know if she’s going to like these shoes. What if she hates them? These shoes were not cheap.” Darcy sighed, knowing the very idea of her daughter rejecting the shoes that she bought for her would make her what she believed to be a failure as a parent. After all, a wide chasm has formed between herself and Charlotte. Since the beginning of Charlotte’s adulthood, both her and Charlotte have grown more and more apart. And Darcy has done everything to try and fix this inevitable separation between herself and Charlotte. And nothing has worked so far. She has scheduled time to support her at her fashion shows. She has checked in with her weekly to find out how she’s doing. She has even visited her at her new Barbie Mansion! And yes. She has attended her 5K’s and her marathon’s, rooting for her at the finish line. But every one of these attempts have proven hollow in her desperation to rekindle her relationship with her only daughter and only child. But as she was approaching the trunk with the box, she felt the warmth again. It filled her entire body from head to toe. Gone were the worries about whether or not her daughter would like the shoes. Gone were the concerns regarding the strange feeling that went through her when she first picked up the shoe box. None of that even mattered anymore. It was like every lingering concern that she had melted before her very eyes. What remained was finding a nice tube of wrapping paper to wrap the gift in. With Charlotte almost at her home, time was running out. But even this heightened level of urgency had no effect on Darcy. Even though the shoe box was not in her hands, she could still feel the warmth in her heart. It felt…good. And giving Charlotte the gift just felt right. And even if Darcy knew that Charlotte was only a half hour away from her arrival, that didn’t even matter to her anymore. Nothing else mattered. All that mattered to Darcy was that Charlotte was about to receive the gift that she always wanted. A completely perfect pair of running shoes. 7
PamperedPrince Posted November 3, 2024 Author Posted November 3, 2024 Chapter 1 The Petra Gold Rolls Royce Phantom Extended coasted down US Highway 101, just past Novato. The luxury car was on cruise control, maintaining its 55 mile per hour speed in the third lane of the four lanes that headed north towards Langford. Charlotte Warren was in the driver’s seat, smiling pleasantly as cold air from the air conditioning blasted her in the face. Her CHANEL Butterfly sunglasses gave her a tinted view of the urban landscape. A landscape that glowed and glistened from the scorching rays of the California sun. Her pearl Prorenza Schouler Ruby Eco Stretch Linen-Blend dress was the perfect outfit to wear over her rectangle figure on her luxury excursion to her mother’s house. Her back felt at ease as it leaned against the white supple leather that covered the interior seating of the Rolls Royce’s cabin. The amenities of this vehicle allowed Charlotte to travel in both comfort and style. While Charlotte could’ve very well have traveled without the need to drive, she decided to give her chauffeur a break and leave him at home. This was a trip that Charlotte wanted to make herself. A trip in her luxury car that felt more like a limousine. Because in every way, it was as if every feature in the car was fully customized to her liking. While she preferred her Diamond Black Phantom that she got last year, the Petra Gold one was her recent acquisition, as she just bought it last month. She especially liked her fridge that was filled with her favorite wines and Gin and Tonic, as she usually doesn’t have to worry about driving. Charlotte thought about the journey that she has made so far. While most of her trip went smoothly, the longest and most irritating part of her journey had to be leaving Los Angeles on The 5. It didn’t matter what time of day it was. The six-lane traffic usually inched along at a slow 20 miles per hour. After she passed through Santa Clarita and Valencia, she knew that she was home free. After that, it was canyons and valleys before eventually turning onto 580 to head west towards San Francisco and crossing the Bay before she got onto US 101. The trip was majestic, and a much-needed rest from all of the hustle and bustle from the modeling shoots at IMG Models. Since she signed a contract with Victoria’s Secret three years ago, she is now an Angel and is one of the starring attractions at every one of their fashion shows. Modeling all of their lingerie has almost made up for one-third of her job. The rest of her shoots consist of modeling swimsuits and various different dresses. Every once in a while, Charlotte was required to travel to New York and Paris for different shoots and fashion events, which she enjoyed since she has become acquainted with many of the models that she has worked with. Some that are very famous models that are dating movie stars. Charlotte’s most proudest accomplishment besides her running was appearing on front cover of Cosmopolitan now once but five different issues. Her favorite one was the swimsuit issue, where she sported a black two piece suit that complemented her black hair perfectly. One of her regal dresses landed her on the front page of Vogue. “Ah Vogue,” Charlotte said to herself. Getting on Vogue was what made Charlotte’s modeling career explode. That has happened only four years ago, and she has been growing in popularity ever since. She was signing many new contracts and was now making more money than what she could ever imagine. She was now becoming friends with famous models in L.A. and New York. Charlotte even saw her other friends achieve success in the modelling agency. Lexi was another Angel, and her shots were exclusively lingerie, sleepwear, and fitness wear. Lexi was also married to her husband Vince, who also graduated from Langford. While Vince was not a model, he was becoming a rising star as an actor in Hollywood. Maya also attended Langford with Charlotte and although she wasn’t an Angel, she modelled various different evening dresses, fitness wear, sleepwear, and some swim wear. Maya’s husband Quincy was an established actor so they, like Lexi, Vince, and Charlotte were all very wealthy. Charlotte then thought of the Labor Day Marathon in San Francisco. This reminded her of one of her latest brands that she partnered in. Since getting 50th place in the Los Angeles Marathon, Lululemon reached out to Charlotte which resulted in signing a contract with them. As a result, she packed all Lululemon gear that she would show off during her run for the Labor Day Marathon. This also reminded Charlotte of her training. The very thought of her not completing her daily run left Charlotte feeling unfulfilled and inadequate. This would clearly need to be done once she got to her mother’s home in Langford. This was the home that she grew up in. Her mother had to raise her all by herself, due to her father’s untimely death during the days of her infancy. Charlotte could almost hear the story being repeated in her mind. A story that she felt like her mother told her at least 100 times. Her father was on his way back from Los Angeles when Charlotte was only a week old. And then, the most unthinkable thing happened without warning. One car stopped, which resulted in a chain reaction. The second car crashed head on into the first one at full speed. Before long, dozens of cars were piling up on Interstate 5. To her mother’s horror, her husband was in the second car. The car was crushed from all the other cars impacting it, with one of the cars flying on top of it. The rest of the cars were all piled in a mess of tangled steel while it took hours for them to clear all the cars off of the interstate. Northbound Interstate 5 had to be closed while the disastrous scene was accessed. By the time they got to her father’s car, they pulled his lifeless body out. And that is all that Charlotte ever remembers regarding her father. Charlotte’s mind continued to run faster than her Rolls Royce could coast on the road. There were so many things that she wanted to do during the 17 days that she had off. Spending time with the family was a must, since Charlotte’s aunt also lived in Langford with her family. And like Charlotte, Heather, her older niece who was only five, loved to run. “That is going to be so cute,” Charlotte thought, her eyes beaming from behind her CHANEL sunglasses. “That Heather is adorable!” Charlotte’s attention was now diverted to the navigation system which projected off of the dashboard. From what it said, she was now only 15 minutes away from Langford. 15 minutes until she would be in the home of her childhood. A childhood that she decided felt empty since she never had a father to raise her. She shook that idea off and began to think about tonight’s plans. From what she last discussed with Lexi and Maya, they would be going for an 8-mile run down the running trail around the Langford schools which also bordered a number of mansions in the area, since Langford was a hub for celebrities, politicians, and business professionals to send their children to give them a wonderful future in acting, modeling, fine arts, or even ballet. Like Charlotte, both Lexi and Maya have been running in track meets growing up and have ran in many races together. But as good as Charlotte was with running, both of her friends had longer legs and were able to average better lap times than Charlotte. Lexi has even boasted in placing 8th in a marathon (this would be the 2023 Labor Day Marathon in San Francisco). Maya too, placed 20th in the same marathon but would’ve placed ahead of Lexi had she not tripped over an obstacle that made her lose her footing for a few seconds. This was not enough for her to injure her leg, and Maya made a wonderful recovery in resuming the race. And for the Los Angeles Marathon where Charlotte got 50th, Lexi got 33rd and Maya got 17th. But when it came to their practice, it didn’t matter how slow Charlotte was compared to her friends. Both Lexi and Maya always adjusted their pace so that Charlotte could keep up with them. That kept the cardinal rule alive during their practice. During any practice run, the girls always ran together. It was “No girl left behind!” As quoted by Lexi. But after a hard-core run, all the girls will need a good shower, followed by a nice dinner since they have worked themselves up an appetite. The calories that they consumed for their run will have been burned and it will be time for a nice dinner. But what dinner? While Charlotte was thinking about the variety of restaurants and choices, she heard a loud dial tone over the speaker system. “Incoming call….” The computerized voice said. “Incoming call….” From the dashboard, Charlotte could make out the words “LEXI BLOOMINGDALE”, with an image of her friend’s smiling face next to the text. “Answer call,” Charlotte ordered, causing the Bluetooth cellphone call to be answered through the car’s speaker system. She could hear the sound of Lexi coming in crystal clear. “Hello?” “Char? Where are you?” “I’m about 10 minutes away from Langford,” Charlotte answered. “I’m on US 101 and on the home stretch. I’ve been on the road since 7:00 this morning and have only made one stop to refill my tank.” “Nice.” Charlotte could hear the energy in Lexi’s voice. “Did you bring Raymond? Is he driving?” Charlotte smiled. “No. I gave my chauffeur the day off. I’m driving up here myself. The drive has been pretty fun so far!” “I’m sure that The 5 was fun to get out of! Anyway Char, my reason for calling is that I wanted to provide an update for dinner. Get this. Dinner is going to be at Pierre’s.” “WHAT?!” Charlotte gasped. “It is so hard to get into Pierre’s. You need a reservation! How did you…” “It’s okay, Char. I got reservations for me, Maya, and you. One of the directors at the modeling studio KNOWS the manager at Pierre’s, and all he told me was to give him the names and he would get me the reservations.” Lexi’s voice then transformed into a happy screaming fit. “HE GOT US THE RESERVATIONS!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Charlotte still couldn’t believe it. Pierre’s was always booked and the earliest that you could get in would usually be about 3 months from the day you make the reservation. “No way! Was this the director at IMG?” “Yes Char. THAT director. I finished the shoots for all the panties and bras that they wanted me to model for that day and then brought up my plans for the weekend. I mentioned Pierre’s, and by some twist of fate, he just happened to know someone there! I gave him the names and he gave me the reservations. They’re in my email, Char. This will be the perfect girl’s night out! Don’t get me wrong, Charlie, I LOVE Vince but sometimes I need some time away from him, you know?” Charlotte let out a sigh of indifference. “I don’t know, Lexi. I still haven’t met the man that I’m going to marry. I mean, I’ve been to a lot of nice parties and there’s a lot of nice male actors that I have met but none have really been the right one yet!” “Not like…Brandon Ashmore!” The teasing way that Lexi said it made Charlotte’s face blush. “Are you blushing, Char? Both me and Maya know how much you loved that guy when we went to Langford. If only you could’ve made the move. You could’ve been married to him by now!” Charlotte wanted to change the subject at this point. Missing the boat on Brandon was something that she couldn’t undo. She burned that bridge a long time ago and the only option that she had left was to move forward. “Besides your Victoria Secret shoots, how did it go with all of your swimsuits?” “Wonderful Char! I enjoyed each one of the shoots and I was so happy that I got to keep the suits that I modeled. Also, I modeled a few new products for Lululemon. You’re signed under them too, right? If so, you got the same products.” Charlotte nodded matter-of-factly. “Yes. But my shoot was a different day because of the way that they did the schedule. Plus, I’m trying to catch up on a few other clients that want to get the shoots for their products. I mean, the money is great but I’m constantly busy…” “You and me both, Char. I spent all of last week in New York, modeling for all my clients there. Weren’t you there recently, Charlotte?” “Yes,” Charlotte answered. “It was a month ago. Evening gowns, sexy sleepwear, wedding dresses, formal wear, and some prep for another fashion show in October…” The conversation between Charlotte and Lexi continued, as Charlotte’s Rolls Royce inched ever closer towards Langford. But because of her being near a major city, the traffic slowed down to a crawl. Charlotte sighed as she glanced at the navigation system, which now told her that she had only 8 minutes until she was at her destination. “Lexi! You’re not going to believe this. The traffic has slowed down! I’m only 7 minutes away from home now!” “That’s Santa Rosa for you, Char! Just like the good ole’ days, right? It should clear out in a few minutes. From what you told me, you’re just about to enter Langford.” “I am, Lexi. Now where are you?” “Where am I, Char? I’m at my mother and father’s mansion. I got an extra day off of work and made the trek to Langford yesterday. Should I come over or do you want me to wait?” “Wait.” Charlotte told her friend, who sounded much too eager to hang out with her before she even had a chance to unpack. “I will call you once I’m settled. Now where is Maya?” “Maya? I just talked to her, and she just got to Langford. She’s unpacking at her parent’s place, so I’ll tell her to wait to come over.” Charlotte nodded as she stopped her car at a stop light. “Sound good, Lexi. Thank you again for getting those reservations at Pierre’s! I’ll see you and Maya soon! Bye!” The call ended as Charlotte saw the congested lanes all filled with cars as they all tried to reach their destinations. Even after the light, Charlotte was barely going 20 miles per hour in a 30 mile per hour zone. It was bumper to bumper traffic as far as her eyes could see. But after one more major intersection, the congestion rapidly dissipated as fewer cars were driving ahead of her and behind her. It was then that she saw the sign that she was all too familiar with. An old historic sign that read the following: WELCOME TO LANGFORD, CALIFORNIA At this point, Charlotte knew that one thing was for sure. Charlotte was home. Home once again. 4
kerry Posted November 3, 2024 Posted November 3, 2024 Like your piece about ballet shoes, this one feels very realistic (outside of the shoes and what happens around them, I mean). The characters are enjoyable and fun, but I do confess to wondering how this story will not just be "The Ballet Shoes At The Marathon."
PamperedPrince Posted November 3, 2024 Author Posted November 3, 2024 5 minutes ago, kerry said: Like your piece about ballet shoes, this one feels very realistic (outside of the shoes and what happens around them, I mean). The characters are enjoyable and fun, but I do confess to wondering how this story will not just be "The Ballet Shoes At The Marathon." Yes. Originality is part of the challenge. While the ballet stage has shifted to a running track, part of the challenge is providing a fresh and original narrative that doesn't seem like it's too tired or overdone. A writer on Wattpad managed to retell their own version of "Dwarf Diaper Diaries", but unfortunately, Wattpad deleted this entire story do to violating their guidelines. The writer also didn't have any backups so this story has been lost to Wattpad forever. While this story is no "Dwarf Diaper Diaries", I intend to try different twists and turns that will be different from the original source material. For one thing, Charlotte is an older adult in this story. And regression stories typically have a catalyst that is responsible for the regression in the story. This is just a footwear story where I want to try some new things and "run" in a different direction. Thank you for your feedback! Now for the next one! Chapter 2 The red Toyota 4Runner hastily coasted, turning onto the neighborhood street. Rows of identical lots each had a two-story Craftsman house that looked exactly the same, as the development for this entire neighborhood happened in the 1990’s, which was a much-needed update to clear out the outdated houses that existed before that. Darcy glanced at the driveway as she was pulling in, quite relieved that Charlotte hadn’t arrived yet. This would make things quite easy to get the surprise gift ready for Charlotte. At this point, her worry that Charlotte wouldn’t like the gift was all but a distant memory to her. The garage door opened, and Darcy pulled the car inside the Craftsman house. As she glanced around the garage, she smiled, feeling quite accomplished that she was able to acquire a modest house like this. And modest it was. Their one neighborhood street contained the only smaller residences that were in Langford. If Darcy were to take a walk up the hill, she would be surrounded by mansions that sprawled out into the distance before ending at the boundary where the Langford school was. Every day on her morning walks, Darcy saw the future that never was. Because of the loss of her husband Richard, they were never able to move into one of those mansions. The 2,700 square foot Craftsman house was supposed to be a starter house. It was brand new, and they moved into it just a year before Charlotte was born. Richard was able to land a starring role in a blockbuster movie and this would’ve put her on easy street. But this was never meant to be. He lost his life from the pileup accident on The 5 just outside of Los Angeles. Darlene, Darcy’s sister moved into the same neighborhood a few houses down to be close to her sister and help her raise Charlotte. Later on, Darlene married Daniel, and they ended up starting a family in the same house. With Daniel being a professor at Langford, he wouldn’t be making the salary that an A-list movie star or supermodel would make, so the modest house was perfect for the two of them. Darcy exited the 4Runner and got the wrapped gift out of the trunk. She actually made one more trip into Sonya’s Shoe Store as the reviews mentioned the wonderful job that Sonya did on wrapping gifts. Sonya graciously accepted Darcy’s request and was able to wrap the gift quickly and professionally. When Darcy was about to pay her, Sonya refused the payment, telling her that her gift-wrapping services are free. So there the gift sat. It rested in Darcy’s hands, cocooned in a thick golden wrapping paper that had a glossy finish. A white bow was tied around the gift, indicating just how special and unique this gift was. Darcy took the gift into the living room and sat it underneath the coffee table. That was done. What was next? It didn’t even occur to her what she was going to do if she got home with the gift early. Then it hit her. She never got the mail. Darcy walked out to the end of the driveway and opened the mailbox. It was stuffed with envelopes, which she guessed was mostly junk mail. As she walked back to the house, she quickly leafed through the mail in an effort to determine what she could keep and what she could throw away. A couple utility bills came in, so she sat those aside. There was also a credit card bill. Everything else was junk. Two credit card applications, an ad for a new car, a lottery sweepstakes, and a few other useless pieces of mail that were headed for the wastebin. Darcy was just about to grasp her hand on the doorknob when she saw a gold Rolls Royce pull into the driveway. She was simply blown away and caught by surprise. “Didn’t Charlotte have a black one?” She told herself. “Was one Rolls Royce not enough?” Instead of walking into the house with her pile of mail, she decided to greet her daughter instead. She walked over to the passenger seat, expecting to find Charlotte there. If her chauffeur drove her up, then she would need to provide a room for him as well. To her surprise, Charlotte exited the car from the driver’s side. Charlotte glanced at her mother and gave her a warm smile. “Mom! Hi!” Charlotte lifted her sunglasses up so that they rested on her forehead. She and Darcy hugged each other in a tight embrace. Darcy could smell the perfume that was coming from her daughter. It had to be Chanel. Just like her sunglasses. “My has my Char become materialistic.” she said in her head. After the embrace, her attention turned to her daughter and her needs. “Did you want any help in unloading your bags dear?” Charlotte shook her head, as she didn’t want to subject her mother to that labor. Besides, some of the luggage bags were very heavy, and she could barely handle them herself. It would be best, she decided, if she unloaded all of the luggage by herself. “It’s okay, mom. I got it.” Darcy nodded and felt that Charlotte looked even more like an adult after she said that. Her little girl grew up too fast, and now she has become self-sufficient. Gone are the days when she helped Charlotte with things that she needed. All of that was in the past. But this independence could only go so far. Darcy followed Charlotte to the trunk of the Rolls Royce to find the gold Spirit of Ecstasy hood ornament comfortably resting on the car. The personalized name plate read “CHARLOTTE WARREN” on the base of the ornament. She decided to try helping her little girl just one more time. “Are you sure, honey?” Darcy asked her. Charlotte was not about to have her mother hurt herself by carrying one of her pieces of luggage. “No mom.” She insisted. “I got this. How about you go inside? I can take care of this.” Darcy lost. Her dear daughter was a little girl no more. Just an independent woman who she hoped could still spend some quality time with her mother. Perhaps the gift could help to address that. She nodded and carried her pile of mail into the house. Darcy found a spot on the sofa and sat there while she sorted the important mail from the junk mail. Charlotte made a few trips in, dragging her large and fancy pieces of luggage up the stairs and running back downstairs to return to her car for the next trip. She knew that her daughter had the stamina, considering that she runs marathons and runs numerous miles every day. From the quick glances that she got from Charlotte, she could see the perfectly defined features of her body. This made sense, since models needed to have these kinds of bodies if they wanted a good paycheck. After sorting the mail, Darcy watched a show on TV while she waited for Charlotte to finish packing. After about 20 minutes, Charlotte came in with a thin bead of sweat on her forehead. She noticed that her mother was sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching what looked like some cooking show. While it took a few trips, she did it. Every last article of luggage was now upstairs in her room, and she now felt a little tired from the trip from Beverly Hills and unpacking everything in the 92-degree weather. Part of her wanted to just sit down on the sofa and watch the cooking show with her mother, but she had plans. It was already 4:18 in the afternoon, and she wanted to rest on her bed for a little while before she called Lexi and Maya so that they could go on their run. It would be like old times. The three of them all running together once again. Sure, Charlotte was not the fastest compared to both of her friends, but they always slowed down their pace so that they could all run the trail together with her. Charlotte also wanted to test out all of her Lululemon gear that she brought since she would be wearing all of it for the Labor Day Marathon in San Francisco. Charlotte sneaked upstairs, noticing that her mother was still engrossed in the cooking show. As much as she loved her mother, the quality time would have to wait until tomorrow. At the top of the stairs, she glanced at the hallway ahead of her. There were two bedrooms on the right side, with a bathroom in the middle. There were also two bedrooms on the left side, with the master bedroom on the far end of the hallway with an ensuite master bathroom on the inside. The first two bedrooms on either side of the hallway were used for guests, with Charlotte having the bedroom at the end of the hallway. Charlotte entered her room, where all of her luggage was all piled in one corner, still unpacked. She would unpack all of her clothes later, she decided, as the moisture from her perspiration began to dissipate on her forehead. The cold blast from the air conditioning in her room helped to cool herself in a room that she hadn’t been to in more than ten years. Charlotte was greatly surprised to find that her mother has not changed a single thing in her room since she left it after high school. Back then, Charlotte had her mind made up. She was going to move to an apartment in Los Angeles with Lexi and Maya and they were all going to pursue their dreams of modeling together. Since then, her room has graciously welcomed her back like a long-lost friend. The bold hot pink pastels ran around the base boards of the trim, both the trim and the walls all colored in a faded pink. Old issues of Seventeen, Teen Vogue, and M Magazine were all stacked in neat piles around her desk, which had a mirror and a few makeup kits sitting in organized rows. Another part of the wall near her desk had a couple of mounted shelves, all displaying trophies and medals that Charlotte won from her 1K’s, 2K’s, 5K’s, 10K’s, and half-marathons, which she just started to run during her sophomore year of high school at Langford. She turned her attention back to the magazines and picked one up. It was a June 2012 issue of Seventeen and she laughed when she saw how quickly fashion has changed in just a decade. Well, a little more than a decade at this point. Beside the stacks of her fashion magazines was a small stack of composition notebooks. The top one had the following labelling: CHARLOTTE’S FASHION JOURNAL JANUARY 2012 – (The end date was blank) Charlotte opened the journal and began flipping through the pages, laughing when she saw how outdated the fashion was. She has come a long way from her fashion choices as a teenager to adulthood. Each page was filled with drawings of herself, dressed in different outfits. From what she saw from the last page, it looked like she got to May, but never managed to do anything for June. The rest of the pages were all empty. They were begging to be filled in. The journal was only half full with her fashion drawings, with her knowing that a lot of them were based off of her magazines that she pored through. “Wow. I can remember spending hours reading these magazines.” Charlotte thought to herself. “Then I wanted to go to the mall after that. I always wanted the latest in fashion.” And at this point in Charlotte’s life, she had officially made it. Charlotte was now on track to become one of the most popular supermodels in the world. She was swimming in new offers and contracts which was now making her busier every week. At this point, Charlotte could set any fashion trend that she wanted to, and that would shift the entire industry. This was, however, a little more complicated as the clothing industry had already determined where they wanted the direction of fashion to go. After all, they were the ones with the deepest pockets, so they had the final say in all of the different outfits that Charlotte modeled for them. But now, Charlotte could open any fashion magazine and put together the outfits that these models were wearing. A lot of the faces in the magazine were recognizable to her now, as she has worked with a handful of them. Then Charlotte saw it. One focused glimpse of her bed snapped her out of her reverie. Her silk white comforter on her queen-size bed was neatly made, and smelled like her mother had just dried the sheets. But it wasn’t the bed that got Charlotte’s attention. It was a plush stuffed animal that laid on one of the silky white pillow shams. It was a light tan stuffed teddy bear. She could see its black eyes staring directly at her. And while it could’ve very well have been her imagination, it was like the eyes were casting a lonely stare at her. A stare that felt all too familiar to her at this point. It was the kind of stare that came from a long-lost friend. Then she saw the white ball, which had the bear’s button nose and mouth drawn underneath in some black felt material. The bear was smiling back at her, very happy that Charlotte had finally returned. Charlotte knew who the bear was. Charlotte thrust herself on the bed and picked up her best friend. It was…Yes. It was Bobo. Her Bobo. Her sweet and precious Bobo. How could she have forgotten him? Charlotte held Bobo tight to her face as she shared her newest tender moment in reuniting with her dear best friend. When she moved out of her house and left for Los Angeles that day, it was like…Bobo didn’t exist anymore. But now, all the memories were coming back. All the adventures that they went on and how she refused to give him up during every one of the sleepovers that she had with Lexi and Maya. After all, it was Bobo’s job to keep the room safe at night. Bobo was very skilled at fighting the monsters that were underneath her bed and the ones that sometimes crept out of her closet. With Bobo at her bedside, she felt safe in her room. Bobo assured her of this, and it made her feel secure. Charlotte fondly rubbed the round white soft padding that made up the soles of Bobo’s feet. “How could I have forgotten you?” she whispered with a tear flowing out of her eye. “Bobo, I’m sorry.” Bobo simply smiled back. She saw this expression meant “I forgive you.” Had Charlotte simply remembered everything about her stuffed best friend, it was that Bobo was the most patient bear that she ever met, and on the day that Charlotte left her, Bobo would patiently sit on her bed, patiently waiting for the day that she would return. And the bear’s waiting paid off. Charlotte returned. She was back, as he knew that she would somehow come back some day. Charlotte carefully laid Bobo down in the spot where she found him and got out her cellphone. She called Lexi and waited for her to answer her phone. “Hey Char!” “Hi!” Charlotte said, twirling her right index finger through the strands of her black hair. “I’m unpacked so you can come over now. You and Maya both.” “Nice! So you’re finally situated? Are you ready to run?” “Am I?” Charlotte smirked. “I must run my miles every day or I don’t feel like myself. What kind of question is that Lex?” “A rhetorical one. You should know that Char. We’re all adrenaline junkies. It’s the thrill of all those endorphins and the wind blowing through our hair. I tell my husband that on some days, it feels better than sex.” “Oh stop.” Charlotte said, completely aware of her position in this conversation. “I’m a single pringle, remember?” “But not single for long, Char. You’re becoming one of the most popular models in this decade. We’re both Angels and you’ve got a lot of talent. Mark my words. Your single days are numbered.” Charlotte glanced at the time, which was now 4:31. “Go ahead and come over! Let’s go for a nice run. The three of us. Like old times, right?” “Right, Charlie girl. I just talked to Vince and he’s having a party with all the boys at our mansion back at Beverly Hills. Quincy is also with him so us ladies can have a fun time up here. Vincy can have his guy time and the three of us can have our girl time tonight.” Charlotte nodded. “So are you going? You’re not too far away.” “I’m not. I just need to go and pick up Maya. We’ll come to your house at what? It’s 4:33 now so 5:00?” “5:00 is perfect.” Charlotte said, feeling her legs sink into the comforter of her bed. “So we’re going to run and then eat at Pierre’s?” “Ding ding ding! Correctamundo Char. The reservations are at 7:15 so we’ll have plenty of time to get to Pierre’s. I brought my chauffeur with me so none of us will have to drive tonight. So help yourselves to all the whisky and martinis that you want! We have a designated driver for the whole evening.” “Will it be your Phantom?” Charlotte’s eyes nervously darted around the room as she wanted the call to end. “Yes Charlotte. My silver extended one. I just stocked the fridge with some fun drinks. We’ll also have a sleepover at your place after Pierre’s. I’ll see you in about 20 minutes! Bye!” Charlotte hung up and once again clutched Bobo in her arms. But the tender moment with her stuffed friend was rudely interrupted when she heard a shout from downstairs. “Charlotte? Can you please come downstairs? I would like to talk to you about something.” Charlotte quietly scowled as she softly plopped Bobo onto her bed. “Just what did mom want to talk to me about?” she quietly asked in her head. “This is not the right time, mom! I need to get my hair ready for my run! Plus, my workout clothes! I am NOT going to wear these panties for my run. They will all be sweaty and gross….” Charlotte shuffled her legs off the bed and onto the floor. She pounded her feet in frustration as she made her way towards the door. Darcy was nervously sitting on the sofa, with the wrapped gift sitting in the spot next to her. She was frantically rehearsing everything that she wanted to say to Charlotte, word for word. She mouthed every word silently as she wanted so much to be a part of her daughter’s life once again. Once again, she battled the doubt that her daughter may not like the gift. What if Charlotte already had a pair of shoes like this? Or worse. What if the shoes didn’t fit? This last question worried Darcy the most as this would mean having to return the shoes and get a new pair. But her worrying and preparation had to come to a halt, as Charlotte was forcefully thrusting her feet down the stairs with each step. Darcy was puzzled to find that Charlotte looked annoyed. It was like she was wasting Charlotte’s time. Charlotte glanced at her mother, who was sitting on the sofa. She was on the last three steps of the stairs when she let out a deep sigh. “Mom, can this wait? Lexi and Maya are coming over in 20 minutes!” Darcy shook her head. “No, it can’t honey. What are you all doing tonight that’s so important?” “We’re going for a run and then we’re having dinner at Pierre’s.” Charlotte quickly uttered. Darcy smiled. “Well, I still have the rest of that sub sandwich.” She told herself. “The girls can have fun and enjoy themselves this evening.” She glanced at her daughter. “Where are you going after dinner?” “Back here,” Charlotte answered, still annoyed at her mother for wasting her time. “Both Lexi and Maya are staying the night here. Is that okay?” Darcy nodded. “You should know by now, honey. Lexi and Maya are always welcome here. Now, can you come over here so we can talk?” Charlotte was now standing on the living room floor in the same pearl dress that she wore from the drive to Langford from Beverly Hills. Her soft Bianco Prada cotton crew socks cushioning her feet against the soft carpeting. She was now growing more impatient as her mother was now patting both her hands on the tan sofa, indicating the spot where she wanted her to sit. “Really mom. Can this wait? My friends are coming over. I don’t have much time and…Oh! A gift!” Charlotte noticed a gift sitting right next to where her mother wanted her to sit. “So, you have a gift?” Darcy nodded. “Sit down, honey.” Charlotte sat down and glanced at the gift that was right next to her. She just knew that once she opened the gift, she would be running right back upstairs to get ready. “So, what’s in the gift?” Charlotte quietly wondered. She began to make a myriad of guesses as to what the gift could be. Could it be jewelry? Or makeup? Or…She began to sigh. Some kind of lingerie? A thong? A bra? A sex toy? Her mind was now running at 100 miles per minute, trying to guess what was inside the gift. Finally, she blurted out. “Mom, I hope that it’s not a thong. I’ve modeled a few of those already and I can tell you that it's not going to be the right brand.” Darcy shook her head. “Don’t be silly, Charlotte. Why would I ever buy you a thong? Now, look at me, sweetie.” Charlotte impatiently nodded and glanced at her mother. Darcy tapped her fingers on the wrapped gift that was next to Charlotte. “Charlotte,” she began. “I know how hard you have worked, and I am very proud of where you are. I understand that you feel like you are not my little girl anymore. But how you feel about that is not going to change how I feel about you, dear. Remember that to me, you are always going to be my little girl, and I am very proud of everything that you have accomplished. You have done a lot of great things and will continue to do so as you get older. One of those great things was the Los Angeles Marathon that you placed 50th in back in March. Now I feel terrible that I have never gotten you anything to celebrate that wonderful achievement. That is what this gift is for, dear. I got you this gift, so please open it.” Charlotte nodded as she felt the knots in her heart begin to loosen. She admitted that she felt touched at her mother’s speech. It surprised her now that her mother would go out of her way and get her a gift. But what was it? Charlotte worked with her hands to figure out the answer, carefully untying the bow before unwrapping the gold wrapping paper. Beneath the golden wrapping paper was…a shoe box. She carefully inspected the shoe box and gasped. “You got me Bottega Venetas?” She said, noting the fancy lettering in a state of shock. “Mom, you can’t afford these! Do you have any idea how much a pair of running shoes like this cost?” Darcy nodded. “You’re worth it, dear. What did you think that it cost me to put you through Langford? Six years, Charlie dear. Those shoes are no different. You’re worth every penny.” Charlotte could still not get over her mother buying a pair of designer running shoes. Now she wondered where she got the shoes from. Did she get them at the mall? Bergdorf Goodmans, she knew, sold Bottega Venetas and they were not cheap shoes for someone like her mother to buy. She lifted up the lid of the shoe box. She could almost feel a warmth flowing into her. But this was something that she didn’t pay attention to, as she wanted to see what the designer runners looked like. Charlotte glanced in the box to see a pair of white shoes that looked brand new. She noted the thick pink curves marking the design around the quarter in wide arcs. She saw the pink stitching encircling the boundary of the vamp and also serving as the boundary of the quarter. The eyelets of the shoe were in the same pink color as the pink in the rest of the shoe. Both shoes were all laced in white laces and tied in neat bows. She continued to rotate the shoe, noting every feature. The carbon plates running around the contours of the midsole of the shoe. The perfect distribution of the lugs beneath the outsole. The gaiter attachment beneath the pull tab. The ideal stack height. The curved outsole and midsole forming the visible rocker. The sockliner curving all the way from the tongue to the heel counter. All of these features were good. But how did the shoes fit? They could not have been bought from Bergdorf Goodmans, as she knew that shoes that looked like that had to have been custom made. Charlotte shook her head. “Mom, these shoes are perfect! But you spent too much on these shoes! Shoes this customized have to cost at least a few thousand dollars…per shoe! Don’t worry. You don’t have to do this. I’ll buy them. I’ll reimburse you.” Darcy shook her head. “No Charlotte. Langford cost me more than those shoes. I am paying the full expense. Now, try them on! Let’s see how they fit!” Charlotte sighed. “Can I try them on later? Both Lexi and Maya are on their way over!” “No dear,” Darcy pleaded. “Try them on quickly. You have time.” Charlotte sighed as she took both shoes out of the box, leaving the tissue paper behind. She laid them on the floor and glanced back at her mother. “How did you get these shoes? These are exactly what I wanted!” Darcy smiled. “It happened over many of our phone conversations dear. I pressed you with various questions regarding what you looked for in a perfect shoe. After months of peppering you with questions, this was the answer. These shoes. Again. Don’t worry about the price. You are worth it.” Charlotte nodded as she began to sink her feet into the soles of the running shoes. Part of her hoped that the shoes wouldn’t fit so that she could get ready upstairs before her friends arrived. But another part of her was captivated by the shoes. This was it. The moment of truth. She stuck both feet into the soles and…. The first foot slipped in the shoe, and it fit. The second foot slipped in the shoe, and it fit. She moved both of her feet up and down, from the toe to the sole. There was a little extra space in the toe when she brought her heel all the way back. And that was not all. She moved both of her feet left and right. The sole was too wide. The toe box was too wide. The shoes were too long. They were the perfect shoes, but they just didn’t fit. “Thank God,” she thought. Charlotte glanced back at her mother, who still had a hopeful look on her face. She didn’t want to hurt her mother’s feelings. But at the same time, she wanted to be truthful to her mother. “I can’t wear these shoes!” she told herself. “If I run in these, I will trip on them and damage my feet!” She glanced up at her mother, who was still waiting for a response from her regarding the shoes. “Well?” Darcy finally asked her. “How are they?” Charlotte didn’t want to do it, but she had to. As much as she didn’t want to hurt her mother’s feelings, she now had to break the truth to her. “Mom, I really like these shoes. There is, however, just one obvious problem…” Charlotte couldn’t believe that these words were coming out of her mouth, but she had to be truthful to her mother. “They just don’t fit!” Darcy gasped, as each one of those words felt like bullets tearing through her heart. “Oh. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Char.” Darcy felt stupid. Why did she ever think that it was a good idea to buy a pair of running shoes for her daughter? Charlotte gave her mother a smile, trying to say something to address the sad moment. “Mom, the sizes are always different for shoes. Even running shoes! A purchase like that should’ve been made by me. I have to measure both of my feet to make sure that the shoes fit before leaving the store. I have a few different pairs and a size 7 isn’t always the same, mom. But thank you for the gift anyway!” Darcy grabbed both shoes and placed them back in the box. She put the lid back on the shoe box and grabbed them. “It’s okay, Charlotte. I will go and return them. We can go tomorrow, and you can get the perfect shoes that you want.” Charlotte shook her head. “Don’t return them yet. Let’s wait until Monday, okay?” Charlotte secretly wanted to look at the shoes again, so she used this excuse to buy herself as much time as she needed. She placed her hands on the box to grab them from her mother. Darcy frowned. “Honey, I bought the shoes and I’m going to return them. What do you want with them? They don’t fit!” Charlotte nodded. “Yes, they don’t fit, mom. But I want to return them. Can we do that? They can credit your transaction, and you will be refunded, okay?” Darcy nodded. “Okay. I’ll let you have them, but let’s return them together on Monday, okay?” Darcy desperately wanted to spend more time with her daughter, so she tried to counter Charlotte’s offer so that it was in her favor. Ding Dong! Charlotte gasped. “Oh shit! They’re here!” Charlotte grabbed the shoe box and sprinted up the stairs with them. She ran into her room and placed them in the open door of her closet, hoping that her friends wouldn’t see them. “Later,” she thought. “I’ll look at them later.” Even though the shoes didn’t fit, part of her wished that they did. “Maybe one more glance?” Charlotte told herself. Charlotte couldn’t really believe what she was doing. In her head, she knew that the shoes didn’t fit. But there was something about the shoes that just wouldn’t leave her mind. She was starting to…like them. No. Like is too weak of a word to describe her infatuation for the shoes that was now growing by the second. She LOVED the shoes. Love? Did she? Really? Her mind was racing as her eyes were now glued to the shoe box that was in her closet. It was like they were calling to her. Calling to her by name. Charlotte…Charlotte… “Charlotte! We’re here, Char!” “Lexi and I are here! Where are you, Char?” Charlotte shook herself out of her stupor and let out a sigh of frustration. “The shoes would have to wait.” She said with a growl. At least until after the sleepover is done tomorrow. She quietly waved to the shoe box like she was saying goodbye to a dear friend. She gave the shoe box one last gaze before retreating to the door. “Better get downstairs, quick!” 2
PamperedPrince Posted November 3, 2024 Author Posted November 3, 2024 Chapter 3 “You have GOT to be kidding me, Char.” Both Lexi and Maya stood there in the doorway next to Charlotte near the living room, fully dressed in their fitness gear. They were both sporting Lululemon Swiftly Tech Raceback 2.0 Tank Tops, with Lexi wearing a Hotty Hot Low-Rise Lined Short and Maya wearing a Wunder Train High-Rise Short. Both of their tank tops and shorts were matching but were in different colors. Lexi’s tank tops and shorts were white and Maya’s was black. They both wore Beyondfeel running shoes (Lexi’s pair was white and Maya’s was black). Both of their hair were neatly braided in ponytails with Luxtreme Training Headbands around their foreheads. Charlotte glanced at her two friends and cracked a smile. “Come on, you two. There are no cameras to pose for.” Lexi nodded, but maintained her frown when she saw that Charlotte was not even dressed up for the workout yet. “It’s muscle memory, Char. We can’t help but pose for the camera when we have our gear on. Now Char? You’re kidding, right? Are you really going to run in THAT?” Maya ran her fingers through her brown braided ponytail. “It’s good that there’s no camera running on you, Char. That does not look like Lululemon. We’re not modeling Casualwear, or Chanel sunglasses.” She tapped the side of Charlotte’s sunglasses and gave her a teasing smirk while she continued to slide her two fingers between her braided ponytail with the other hand. Lexi jabbed Maya on the shoulder. “Hey! Quit playing with your hair! It’s not lady like!” Maya laughed. “Hey! The cameras are not on me. I can play with my hair as much as I want. In fact, I’ll play with it MORE since it bugs you. Like that?” Maya flicked her ponytail in Lexi’s face. Lexi grasped Maya’s ponytail and swung it back at her, causing the hair to hit her in the back of the neck. “Maya, you are such a goofball. Please don’t do that again. You’re getting your hair on my blonde hair.” She then looked at Charlotte. “Well Charlotte, since you are not in your fitness gear yet, both Maya and I are going to get our overnight stuff. We’ll be waiting outside of your room with it while you go and get changed, okay?” Charlotte nodded, and she was halfway to the staircase when… “Char!” Charlotte was startled at Lexi’s sudden shout. “What Lexi? That was not cool! I almost peed myself!” Lexi gave Charlotte a curious smile. “Sorry Char. I was just wondering why it took you so long to get downstairs. You don’t look like you woke up from a nap. Do you have a surprise?” Charlotte was not about to tell Lexi about the shoes. There was not much to talk about anyway. How would her friends react to her mother getting her a pair of running shoes that don’t fit? “I was unpacking,” she lied. “I’ll finish unpacking later when you both leave tomorrow.” Lexi nodded, looking a little disappointed. She hoped that Charlotte had something more exciting to tell her besides her unpacking, but there was no such luck. She watched Charlotte hurry up the stairs as they both turned towards the door to get their overnight things for the sleepover. Lexi smiled at Maya, which made her smile. “What do you think, Maya?” Lexi asked her. “I know that Charlotte’s got some kind of surprise. Could she…” Maya gasped and nodded, as if she could read Lexi’s mind. “She’s got a crush.” Lexi nodded. “Uh-huh! That’s what I was thinking. Let’s get our stuff.” Charlotte was in her room, with one of her luggage bags zipped wide open. Half her clothes were emptied on the floor, as she only wanted to get her fitness outfit together. And since all the Lululemon gear was in one spot, she grouped everything into one handful once she found it. What made it easy was that all her gear was pink. The Wunder Train Strappy Racer Bra. The Swiftly Tech Raceback 2.0 Tank Top. The Hotty Hot Low-Rise Lined Short. The white Power Stride Tab Socks. The Beyondfeel running shoes. The Luxtreme Training Headband. All of it was gathered in both of her hands and dumped right on top of her white comforter. Charlotte completely undressed herself and quickly unzipped another luggage bag that had a lot of her panties inside. She found a pair of pink panties and put them on. After that, she preceded to dress herself in the racer bra. The tank top was next, followed by the low-rise lined shorts. Then the tab socks. When she got to the shoes, she sighed. The Beyondfeel shoes were a must now, since she knew that the Bottega Venetas that her mother got her did not fit. They were just too big on her. A look of remorse came over Charlotte’s face. “It would’ve been nice to wear them though…” It would’ve been nice to, even though they were not Lululemon. But before Charlotte could put on either shoe, she heard a knock on the door. “Knock knock!” That was Lexi. “Can we come in, Char? Are you all dressed?” “She better be, Maya. How long does it take to put on workout clothes? It’s not like she’s putting on makeup or anything…” “Girls,” Charlotte sighed. “I’m ready. You can come in.” The door opened and both girls wheeled their luggage into Charlotte’s room. Even with the three girls in the room, Charlotte’s room was spacious and the second largest bedroom in the house next to the master bedroom. “Wow,” Lexi said, gasping as she looked around Charlotte’s room. “It’s like I’m stepping back in time. Wasn’t your room like this right after you graduated, Charlotte?” Maya nodded. “That’s right! You still have all your magazines, too!” Lexi picked up the composition notebooks, which were next to all the colored pencils that were all organized neatly by color. “And your notebooks. You used to spend HOURS drawing yourself in different outfits. It’s like you made yourself into Charlotte Barbie.” Charlotte laughed sheepishly. “Yeah. I guess you could say that I was playing Barbie with myself. I would take all of the latest clothes from the fashion articles and draw myself wearing them.” Maya nodded. “Yeah. You seriously have been doing that since you were like, seven.” Lexi nodded. “Right? We used to tease you all the time, calling you Barbie. Well, look at us now! We’re all living our dreams! We each have our own Barbie dream house, right?” Charlotte nodded but her mood was deflated as she let out a longing sigh. “But I still don’t have my Ken…” Both girls each laid their hands on Charlotte’s shoulders. “But you’ll get your Ken, Char.” Lexi told her. “Look at me, Charlotte. You are a beautiful model, and a lot of guys would melt for a woman like you. Why, you could even become an actress!” Charlotte was in tears over what Lexi was telling her. “Thank you,” she weeped, giving each of her two friends a tight hug. “You two are the best.” Lexi then pointed down at Charlotte’s feet before pointing at her head. “Do you call that all dressed? You still need to get your shoes on, your hair done, and your headband on. Get with the program, Char!” Maya glanced around the rest of Charlotte’s room to see if anything else had changed. She saw Bobo laying on top of the pillow sham and sighed. “She’ll never get rid of that bear.” Maya thought. She glanced at the closet to find it empty, since Charlotte took all her clothes with her when she moved out. But something was sitting at the bottom of the closet. It looked like…a shoe box. “What’s this?” Maya walked over to the shoe box and gasped. “Hey Lexi! Look at this!” Lexi was kindly braiding Charlotte’s hair into a ponytail while Charlotte stalled in getting her Beyondfeel shoes on. “Hold on. I’m almost done.” Maya sighed. “But Lexi, it’s a Bottega Veneta shoe box. Look!” Lexi finished Charlotte’s hair, tying the ponytail into a neat braid. “What did you just say?” “BV’s.” Maya said. “Bottega. Veneta.” Lexi was now shocked. “Oh. My. God! Charlotte! Did you just buy new shoes? Why didn’t you tell us?” “Tell us, Char.” Maya said, her face now lighting up with excitement. “Did you go on a shopping spree yesterday before you drove here? Was it Bergdorf Goodmans? I love that store.” Charlotte sighed. “No. My mom. She…she bought them for me. It was…a gift.” Lexi now looked concerned. “Your mom? Charlotte, she can’t afford those shoes! Now I know that we all can, but she doesn’t have that money!” “My mom’s not poor!” Charlotte told her two friends. “Why do you think she is? She paid for my education with Langford!” Both Lexi and Maya nodded. “But…” Lexi began. “Your mother had to take out a loan to pay for that. And then you paid for her loan as a Christmas gift. We’ve heard the story a few times, Char. Now are you sure that she can afford the shoes?” Charlotte sighed. “I will pay her back for the shoes. I know that she was trying to be nice in getting me the shoes, but they are way too expensive for someone like her to buy. I mean, we can buy new cars and not even bat an eye. But she just can’t afford this. And…” “What?” Lexi said, frowning. “Char, you were about to say something.” “They don’t fit.” Charlotte said, as she turned her face away from her in shame. Maya sighed. “That’s too bad, Char. Can we at least see them? Bottega Venetas are amazing. They’re one of the best running shoes ever. You have got to show us.” “Yeah.” Lexi said. “Now, you said that they don’t fit. Are they too big or are they too small?” “Too big,” Charlotte told them. “They’re size 7’s, and they were too wide on my feet and too long.” “Well, let’s see them!” Lexi said, the excitement now growing in her eyes. “What size are you?” “7.” Charlotte answered, not sounding too excited. “And they still don’t fit?” Lexi said, looking puzzled. Charlotte sighed and lifted the lid of the shoe box. She knew that her friends would not leave her alone until they got to see the shoes for themselves. Both Lexi and Maya marveled over the white and pink running shoes. Lexi picked up one of the shoes and glanced at all the features. “Yeah,” Lexi nodded. “It’s definitely a custom. Where did your mom get this, a shoe store? It’s wayyyyyyyyyyy too expensive for her. Anyway, you say that they’re too big. Let’s see.” Lexi held the right shoe up to Charlotte’s right foot. To Charlotte’s surprise, the shoe seemed to be the same length as Charlotte’s foot. “Hmm…” Lexi said, now filled with doubt. “Doesn’t look too big to me. Try it on, Char.” Charlotte shrugged her shoulders and grabbed the right shoe from Lexi. She brought the shoe closer to her foot… And she slipped it on. This time, there was no extra space around her feet. The shoe…It actually fit. But not like the last time. This time, the shoe fit her perfectly. Charlotte felt a chill run down her spine. “Wait a minute.” She thought. “Didn’t these shoes not fit the last time that I tried them on for mom?” Charlotte was now holding the left shoe in her hand. She dug her foot into the sole of the other shoe… And it slipped right on. Perfectly. Oh. My. God. Charlotte was now feeling a warmth around her feet. It was a tingly warmth that came from the shoes. The warmth ran up her legs, up her stomach, and into her heart. Then, she smiled. These shoes. She could not believe how comfortable they felt on her feet! It was like the shoes were now perfectly formed around the contours of her feet. And the feeling felt good. But wait. Something was wrong. What is happening? Charlotte was now hit with the realization that her shoes were not supposed to fit her. But somehow, someway, they just did. She couldn’t explain it. All she knew was that they fit now, and that her mother would not have to return them after all. Meanwhile, both Lexi and Maya were both grinning at the shoes that Charlotte now had on her feet. Lexi gave Charlotte a soft jab in the shoulder. “Char, you are such a kidder! Why did you tell us that they didn’t fit? The shoes fit you perfectly!” Charlotte was speechless. She was completely flabbergasted and she could not muster a single word to say in response to the undeniable truth that she saw before her very eyes. “But…” she stammered. “They…didn’t…fit…” Both Lexi and Maya burst into laughter. “Good one!” Lexi snorted. “My Lululemon Beyondfeels don’t fit either!” “Mine too!” Maya said jokingly, still in an uncontrollable fit of laughter. Lexi threw the pink Luxtreme Training Headband at Charlotte, which landed in her lap. “Come on. We need to finish this run! We can’t be late for our reservations!” Charlotte noticed an uncomfortable feeling in her bladder. “Don’t you two have to go?” Both girls shook their heads. “We already went when we were waiting for you to change,” Lexi told her. “We’ll wait for you. Hurry!” Charlotte exited her room with her two friends, her headband now wrapped around her forehead. She went into the bathroom and closed the door. She flicked on the light switch and rushed over to the toilet, raising the lid. She pulled her shorts and panties down and sat down on the toilet, hearing the reverberating sound of pee hitting the toilet bowl. Charlotte then glanced down at her shoes, still in disbelief. How? Just how? How do they fit me now? “They did not fit me before!” Charlotte protested in her mind. I saw it! They were too wide! They were too long! And now they fit? How? Did my feet get bigger? Or did the shoes shrink? What’s going on? What’s happening to me? Another strong warmth came down from Charlotte’s running shoes and filled her entire body. Her confusion and worries began to melt away as a wonderful calmness began to enter her mind. It was…good. It felt good. It felt right. What did it matter that her shoes could now fit? It didn’t matter. It didn’t matter anymore. Nothing else mattered. Charlotte finished wiping with the two squares of toilet paper and flushed them down the toilet. She pulled up her panties and shorts and washed her hands, drying them with a hand towel nearby. There was not a single inner conflict in her mind as she opened the door and turned off the light switch. Both Lexi and Maya were all smiles when they saw that Charlotte was finally all ready to go running with them. The three all walked down the stairs to find Darcy finishing the last bite of her sub sandwich. When she saw the girls all dressed up in their fitness gear, she smiled. “You’re all going for a run? I got bottled water for all of you in the fridge. Do any of you want to help yourself to one?” Darcy nervously glanced at them. “On second thought, how about I get you all one? Just like you all used to do, right?” Darcy opened the fridge and gave them each a bottle of water. Each of the girls unscrewed the cap of the water bottle and took a tiny sip before resealing the cap. Charlotte glanced back at her mother and smiled. “We’ll be back in about an hour!" Lexi nodded as she glanced at her smart watch. “One hour is all we’re going to get. It’s 5:17. Our reservations for Pierre’s are in a couple of hours.” Maya shot a glance at Lexi. “Are we running the usual eight miles?” Lexi nodded. “Eight miles should be good for today.” She glanced at Charlotte. “And like always, we’ll run together. We’ll run slow enough for your pace.” Charlotte nodded, as she felt the comfortable cushioning of the shoes around her feet. “Yes,” she thought. These shoes are very comfortable. I feel like I’m walking in paradise… The three girls all began doing stretching exercises, warming their muscles up for the eight-mile run on the trail. They were now past the street with all the Craftsman houses and were approaching a wooded trail that circled around the boundaries of various different mansions that surrounded the Langford system of schools. The trail was paved, and it was the same one that they ran on growing up. While both Lexi and Maya were doing their stretching exercises normally, Charlotte was a bit more fluid in her movements. It was as if her muscles were already warmed up and she was just fine-tuning her routine. Charlotte then waited for her friends to finish, alternating her two legs up and down in swift motions like a trained Olympic athlete. Lexi and Maya both glanced at Charlotte, indicating that they were ready. Lexi then glanced at the trail and back, carefully eyeing her other two friends. “You know the distance. Eight miles. We have all ran this trail enough times to know what eight miles is. There are even markers along the trail indicating what a mile is. If any of you are outrunning the others…” she gave Maya the evil stare. “Slow down enough for everyone to run together. Now we usually finish this in around 50 minutes. Char, as always, try to keep up with us. Let’s all take one last swig of water before we start.” Lexi and the other two girls took a couple gulps of water before resealing the cap and laying the water on the side of the trail. The three girls then leaned forward, arching their legs into their starting position. “Ready?” Lexi shouted. “On go.” READY! SET! GO! The three girls began sprinting forward. But as Charlotte was running, she noticed the trail that she was running on begin to vanish. It was like the entire trail vanished and disappeared before her very eyes. The trail was gone. Charlotte was now running on darkness. Within seconds, the darkness dissipated, and Charlotte was no longer running on the trail. She was right in the middle of a marathon. But where? Charlotte then noticed that she was beginning to run past other runners that were unable to increase their pace. Then she saw Lexi and Maya cheering her on from the gated in street. After passing her friends, she saw her mother cheering her on. Then she saw it. A famous landmark that she could not possibly mistake. It was the Eiffel Tower. Charlotte was running a marathon in Paris. All around the course, Charlotte could see camera crews, emergency personnel and Parisian law enforcement ensuring that everything was running safely and smoothly for the runners and the attenders. Charlotte’s legs kept propelling herself forward. Regardless of her increase of speed, she did not feel winded. In fact, she felt like she could go just a little faster. And she did, passing numerous other runners before noticing that there was only one runner ahead of her. It was a tall male that had long legs. Charlotte felt like she still had plenty of speed left in her and she outran that runner. Charlotte kept running forward, her pace increasing more and more as she saw the male runner far in the distance. “Oh my God!” Charlotte gasped. “Am I in first place?” Charlotte has placed 50th in a marathon before, but never in her wildest dreams has she ever managed to place first. The audience on the street began to cheer. “Charlotte!” they all chanted. “Charlotte! Charlotte! Charlotte! Charlotte!” Charlotte was elated, feeling deep appreciation for all the fans that adored her. Although she didn’t feel at all winded, she lowered her pace, yet she still was far ahead of the male runner that used to be in first place. She then saw it. The scenery around her was changing again. Paris was fading away before her very eyes. The street, the audience, the landmarks, the runners…All of it was fading away from her very eyes. The darkness that was beneath her feet began to fade once again, and Charlotte found herself running on the wooded trail back in Langford. While Charlotte expected to be right behind her two friends, a surprising realization came upon her. As far ahead as Charlotte could see down the trail, her friends were nowhere to be found. Instead, she glanced right behind her to see a couple of runners running far behind her. Based on her knowledge of pacing, the runners looked to be about a minute behind her. Right away, Charlotte reduced her pace until she could see the runners beginning to gain speed behind her. The runners were her two friends, Lexi and Maya. “Charlotte!” Lexi said, gasping for air. “Haven’t we gone through this already? Since this happened, I’ll remind you again. Whenever we go running, you need to slow down so that we can keep up with you!” Maya nodded, as the two began to run at a speed that was equal to Charlotte’s. But Charlotte realized that this was only possible since she reduced her pace. Maya sighed, as she continued to run beside Charlotte. “Save your showoffy pace for the race, Speedy Char!” Charlotte was perplexed. “Wait a second! Don’t you two usually have to slow down so that I can keep up?” Lexi smiled as she let out short gasps to maintain her breathing as she ran beside Charlotte. “You’re always the funny one, Char. Don’t you remember? You have always been the fastest one at Langford! Since you entered the scene, you have broken every track record. And you have gotten medals in the past three marathons. A couple of bronzes and a silver. Not bad. Maybe you’ll get gold in San Francisco?” Maya nodded. “Of course she will! She’s speedy Char!” Charlotte gasped as she kept running. Her gasping had nothing to do with her running short of breath. She just couldn’t believe what was going on. Me? The fastest? No no no no no! This can’t be right! Maya was the fastest! Not me! What is going on? What is happening to me? The biggest thing that perplexed Charlotte as she ran was that she never earned a single medal in a marathon. Sure she placed 50th in one, but that was it. Charlotte began to think of the Los Angeles Marathon, but for some reason, she could not even remember placing 50th anymore. They said that I earned a silver medal at the last marathon……..and that last marathon was in Los Angeles in March……so, I placed 2nd in the L.A. Marathon? No. This can’t be right! It just can’t be! Things were not making sense. But at the same time, here her friends were, all claiming that she has always been the fastest runner at Langford. It was like…It was all true and it really happened. But it wasn’t. Was it? Lexi managed to pat Charlotte on the shoulder while still maintaining her pace. “I timed it. Each one of your two miles averaged about a 5:28. We’re now running a comfortable six-minute mile. Thank you for slowing down for us, Char.” Charlotte could still not believe the words that were coming out of Lexi’s ears. Usually, Charlotte was the one to thank Lexi and Maya for slowing down for her. But now, the shoe is on the other foot, so to speak. Why is this happening? Charlotte knew that she wasn’t the fastest of all her friends, yet here she was, running at a six-minute pace which now felt leisurely to her. She could remember just how grueling this pace was the last time that she trained with her friends for the L.A. Marathon at Lexi’s quarter mile track in Beverly Hills. She couldn’t maintain it, so she had to slow down to her 6:15 pace. Yet here she was now, running the six-minute mile effortlessly. In fact, Charlotte somehow felt certain that she could’ve easily maintained her 5:28 pace, leaving both of her friends in the dust. The girls all continued running for another five miles. Both Lexi and Maya were sweating the most, but Charlotte had the least amount of sweat of both of her friends. Her breathing was more controlled compared to her friends, which were breathing a little faster. But on the inside, Charlotte’s mind was racing frantically. Nothing was making sense. She could not figure out how she went from being the slowest of her friends to being the fastest. It was as if history itself was rewritten somehow, and it bothered Charlotte to no end. Why? Am I the fastest? I wasn’t though! I remember! But do I remember? Charlotte’s mind ran in circles, like it was a endless race track. She was confused. She was frustrated. And most of all, she was starting to get frightened. But before the confusion, fear, worry, and uncertainty could do anything else to Charlotte, her entire body became warm again. And this warmth was different than the one caused by the running. It was in her heart. It was in her mind. And then, the frustration was gone. The confusion was gone. The uncertainty. The fear. It was gone. It all melted away, leaving behind an irresistible calmness that Charlotte enjoyed so very much. It all didn’t matter anymore. The fear. The worry. Being the fastest runner. It didn’t matter to Charlotte anymore. What mattered was the calmness. The comfort that she had as she ran in her running shoes. Nothing else mattered. Charlotte, Lexi, and Maya all stopped before switching over to their warm down exercises. While they didn’t stop completely, they were all slowly pacing off the trail now, near the water bottles that they left there from earlier. “47:52.” Lexi told the group. “We all did a wonderful job today. Now Speedy Char could probably run 8 miles in under 45 minutes.” Maya shook her head. “45? She could do it in under 44 minutes.” Lexi nodded after crunching the numbers on her cellphone calculator. “You’re right. A sub 44 is definitely possible for Miss Speedypants.” The girls all laughed and slowly paced back towards the street with all the Craftsman houses. As the girls entered the house, Darcy glanced at the three girls and smiled. “How was your run, girls?” Darcy asked them. Darcy then glanced at her daughter. “And how is my speedy girl? Did you slow down for them?” Charlotte could not believe it. Now my own mother thinks that I am the fastest? Darcy glanced down at the shoes that Charlotte had on and gasped. “Honey, didn’t you say that those shoes didn’t fit?” Charlotte shook her head. “No mom. They fit now.” Her mother then adjusted her gaze again. “I’m sorry. What I meant was those Lululemon shoes. So they didn’t fit? I’m very happy that I got you those running shoes today. Girls, you will not believe it. When Char tried those shoes on before you came, they fit her perfectly! Isn’t that great?” No. It wasn’t great. Charlotte could somehow still remember how the shoes did not fit. But now her mother was speaking like that never happened. It was as if the shoes perfectly fit Charlotte’s feet from the beginning. But they didn’t! How can this be? No! “Earth to Charlotte?” Lexi said, waving her hand over Charlotte’s face. “Didn’t you hear me? We’re all going to take our showers. It’s 6:12 so we have about an hour before we need to be at Pierre’s. The restaurant is very close to Langford so it’s not too far away. And we still have to do our makeup! Let’s get going!” “It’s a good thing that this house has four bathrooms!” Maya said, smiling. Darcy nodded. “Yes, but one of those bathrooms is off limits. But the remaining three bathrooms all have showers. Perfect for all you girls.” As Charlotte took her shower, she continued to think about her day. Everything was making sense until she was running with her friends. But wasn’t I always the fastest? Wait! Where did that thought come from? Whatever it was, Charlotte knew that something wasn’t right. She brushed that worry aside as she finished up and began to get ready in her room. She put on her evening gown and began a simple makeup routine. Both of her friends both entered her room, also in evening gowns and wearing makeup as well. With it now being 6:48, the three girls exited the house, each of them in their evening gowns and matching pumps. Charlotte was in a pink gown. Lexi was in an orange gown. Maya was in a light blue gown. The three girls giggled as they approached Lexi’s Silver Rolls Royce. Her chauffeur Leon had walked from her parent’s mansion since it was a short enough distance. Leon was now waiting to open the door for the girls. They all piled into the back seat and the chauffeur drove them off to Pierre’s. On the way to the restaurant, the three women took turns taking swigs of a bottle of whisky. Charlotte grinned as she felt the alcohol burning into her throat. Whatever happened earlier today, she was already starting to forget it. As the night dragged on, this definitely became true as Charlotte continued to forget more about what happened with each new martini. Each new shot of whisky. The night was beginning to blur before her very eyes. Sure, she ate something at Pierre’s but she couldn’t even remember what she had. The night blurred. The night faded. The night…blacked out. But that didn’t bother Charlotte. Nothing did at this point. Charlotte was in high spirits, and nothing else mattered. 2
PamperedPrince Posted November 4, 2024 Author Posted November 4, 2024 Chapter 4 Charlotte squinted her eyes, noticing a beam of sunlight shining directly in her eyes. It was like it was teasing her. Taunting her. Then she felt it. The worst headache that she ever had in her life. The sun in her eyes was not helping. “Stupid sun,” she quietly muttered with a yawn. “Can you just go back down where you came from?” Charlotte then squinted her eyes shut. The sun did not do what she requested. In fact, to spite her, the sun did the exact opposite. It shined even brighter in her eyes. “Ughhh!!!!” Charlotte shouted. “Alright! Alright! I’m up!” She pressed her hand against her forehead, wincing in pain as the headache seemed to get worse as she sat up. Charlotte then glanced around her comforter, but he was nowhere to be found. Bobo was gone. What happened to Bobo? She checked underneath the covers. She lifted up both pillows, but she was unable to find her beloved stuffed bear. She then began to look around the foot of her bed. There on the right side of the bed laid Bobo, partially tangled in the comforter that was beginning to pile on the floor. Nearby the covers was a sleeping bag with someone snoring inside it. It was Maya, still fast asleep. She lifted up Bobo and smiled. “There you are! You just wanted to check up on Maya. She’s doing fine!” Now Charlotte was trying to find where Lexi went off to. Next to Maya was a sleeping bag with nobody in it. A pillow was laid on top of the sleeping bag. Where was Lexi? No sooner did Charlotte walk towards her door when it opened, and Lexi was standing there, sipping a cup of coffee. “Oh, hey Char.” Lexi said, joyfully sipping her caffeinated morning elixir. “I was just going to see if you two were up yet. It’s about time! It’s 9:37! I have been up for at least two hours now.” Lexi saw Charlotte now pressing both of her hands on her forehead in pain. “Some hangover, huh? You were a crazy girl last night, Char. Very crazy.” This made Maya stir in her sleeping bag. “Huuuuah…” Maya yawned. “I want coffee…” Lexi laughed. “Maya, you’re so silly. Get up and I will pour you a cup.” Maya was now sitting up. She glanced at Charlotte, who still had her face hunched down in pain. “Oh yeah. Char. You had way too much to drink last night. We told you to stop but you just kept going.” Lexi nodded. “Didn’t you hear us, Char? It was after the fifth martini! Then you proceeded to down two more shots of whisky! Here. I think I might have something for the headache.” Charlotte forced a smile in the midst of the intense headache that she was feeling. “Thanks Lex. You’re such a good friend.” Lexi nodded. “Hey. It’s the least that I can do for someone like you, Char. You may be one of our younger friends, but we still enjoy having you at our sleepovers.” Maya nodded. “Yeah. Two years isn’t too much of a difference, right?” Charlotte was now confused. “Excuse me? Two years? We’re all the same age!” Lexi laughed, as she handed Charlotte two caplets of extra strength acetaminophen. “That’s what I love about you, Char. You have such a good sense of humor.” Charlotte was now annoyed. “But we are the same age, Lexi. We all went to the same school and graduated in the same year!” Maya too was laughing. “Good one, Char. I mean, C’mon! Joke aside, you graduated a couple years after us.” Charlotte was once again in disbelief. “Two years? Ha ha. Nice try.” Charlotte couldn’t believe how badly her friends were pranking her this morning. Was this to get her back from drinking too much? She didn’t know. All she knew was that she had a throbbing headache to get rid of. She left the room with Lexi and Maya but stopped at the bathroom to get ready. She closed the door to the bathroom and took one of the cups in there to take her two Tylenol caplets. After that, she undressed and took a shower. As she washed herself clean, she couldn’t help but laugh at her friends. She graduated two years after them? That was a good one. She then weighed herself on the scale to find herself weighing a couple pounds less than last night. She didn’t think much of it and wrapped a towel around her waist. She grabbed a second towel to wrap around her breasts and left the bathroom to change into her new clothes for the day. Once in her room, she began unzipping her luggage to find that what she packed looked a little different than what she remembered. Did I actually pack that many skirts? I definitely had a few more dresses…Maybe it was just her imagination. Charlotte put on a bra and chose a mint green miniskirt with a white crop top. She then put on a pair of mint green panties. After that, she put on some makeup and some red lipstick. She decided to do her eye lashes too. When Charlotte was finished, she looked in the mirror. She looked…beautiful. Her curves were nice and full. If this wasn’t going to get a guy’s attention, she didn’t know what would. She walked downstairs to find both of her friends eating scrambled eggs and bacon. Darcy was standing there, holding her cup of coffee in her hand. When she saw Charlotte, she smiled. “Charlotte honey,” Darcy said, patting one of the kitchen chairs. “Good morning! Did you sleep well? I heard that you had a pretty wild night.” Charlotte shrugged her shoulders. “I can’t remember a thing!” Lexi nodded, as she finished a mouthful of eggs. “Of course you couldn’t remember anything, Charlotte! You were out cold!” “I saw it!” Maya added. “Char was drunk as a skunk!” Darcy gasped. “Was she? Well, she probably has a hangover.” She patted one of the kitchen chairs once again. “Sit down and I’ll serve you breakfast, sweetie.” Charlotte sat down to see her friends almost finished with their breakfast. She saw them both drinking coffee and frowned. “Mom?” she pleaded. “Can you please get me some coffee?” Darcy nodded. “Why, of course, dear!” Darcy poured Charlotte a cup of coffee in a large red-brown mug with the ceramic done in a swirly pattern. She added the vanilla Coffeemate and placed the cup next to Charlotte. “I will get you breakfast, too. Do you want bacon? Eggs?” “Both.” Charlotte said, now feeling very hungry. In seconds, Darcy set down a plate filled with a moderate portion of eggs and four strips of bacon, along with a fork and a knife next to Charlotte. Charlotte helped herself to the breakfast, taking generous bites of the eggs and bacon. Within a few short minutes, she was finished. Lexi then glanced at her phone and gasped. “Oh my! Both Maya and I have to get going. Maya’s family is visiting her, and I need to drop her off. Plus some family is visiting me and my parents later. Lexi glanced at Charlotte and smiled. “And Charlotte just reminded me that I didn’t put on my makeup and lipstick yet! I’ll do it in the car!” Charlotte frowned. “In the car?” Lexi nodded. “I already called Leon and he’s waiting at my Rolls Royce to take me and Maya back. It was nice spending the night with you, Char!” Both Lexi and Maya gave Charlotte a hug. “Bye Charlotte!” Lexi said with an energetic smile. “We’ll have to hang out again, alright?” Maya nodded. “It’s been fun, Char. The run was also fun. Bye!” Both Lexi and Maya left the house, leaving both Charlotte and Darcy. Charlotte was now finished with her plate. She was about to grab her friend’s plates when Darcy grabbed them. “I got them, honey,” Darcy told her. “Here. Give me yours.” Charlotte stacked her plate on top of the two plates that her mother was holding. Darcy then tapped her daughter on the shoulder. “Hey honey. A little bit later, we’re going over to Aunt Darlene and Uncle Daniel’s house. You’ll be able to see Heather and Allison! Won’t it be fun?” Charlotte nodded. She couldn’t wait to see Heather. Darcy then smiled. “Also dear, me, Darlene, and Daniel are all going to have some drinks. Could you go to the liquor store and pick up a bottle of Crystal Dragon?” Charlotte nodded. “The vodka? Sure mom. Can I get something for myself?” Darcy gave her daughter a teasing stare. “Not until you’re over that hangover! I’m kidding, dear! Get whatever you want!” Charlotte nodded. “Okay mom! I’ll be right back!” Charlotte retrieved her purse from upstairs and got out her car keys. That’s strange. These car keys look a little…different… After she got her purse, Charlotte got the shoe box out of the closet and lifted the lid. I might as well wear these shoes today. After all, they were a delight to run in yesterday! Charlotte slipped on both shoes. They still both fit her as perfectly as ever. A warmth began to fill her again. She loved these shoes. Despite the eight miles that she ran yesterday, they still looked brand new. She walked down the stairs, feeling the comfort of the shoes around her feet. It was right after Charlotte left the house when her heart sank. Her Petra Gold Rolls Royce Phantom was not sitting in the driveway anymore. Instead, her Diamond Black Rolls Royce Phantom Extended was in the driveway instead. Charlotte could not believe her eyes. Sure, that was her other Rolls Royce, but she bought that a couple of years ago. Just last month, she bought the Petra Gold one and here was her Diamond Black Rolls Royce. Did someone replace her gold one with this black one? Just to be sure, Charlotte walked around to the back to check the Spirit of Ecstasy hood ornament. At the base of the ornament, she checked the engraving for the name of the owner, and it read the following: CHARLOTTE WARREN No. “Impossible!” Charlotte began to scream in her mind. It took me more than seven hours to drive here from Beverly Hills! How could my black car be there in place of my gold one? Just last night, the gold car was sitting here! Right before I went to Pierre’s with Lexi and Maya, my gold car was next to her silver one! Charlotte shook her head as she got into the car. Even though the car was a couple of years older, it still had a lot of the features that her newer car had. Afterall, it was only a couple of model years older. Charlotte found the Langford Liquor Store near the outskirts of the town. She found the Crystal Dragon that her mother requested, but she gratuitously treated herself to a few small bottles of whiskey, and a few fruity wine coolers. Now ready to check out, Charlotte laid all of the potent potables on the checkout counter. A middle-aged woman smiled, pointing to Charlotte’s purse. “ID please.” Charlotte smirked. Okay. Even though I’m 29, I’m guessing that she’s legally required to do this. Charlotte unzipped her purse and pulled out her change purse. She then opened her change purse and pulled out her wallet, which had her California Driver’s License inside. She took out her license and handed it to the woman. The middle-aged woman nodded, handing the license back to Charlotte. “That will be $224.69.” Charlotte handed the middle-aged woman her Chase Sapphire Preferred Card, which boasted a $100,000 limit. She loved this card, and used it often on her trips to New York, and the couple of trips that she made to Paris. The card was approved, and the receipt was printed. She handed Charlotte the receipt and her credit card back. And for Charlotte’s convenience, she bagged all the liquor into sturdy paper bags that had handles made of twine. Charlotte left with all the booze and loaded it into the back of the car. As she was sitting down, she began to put away her credit card, and then, her driver’s license. Before she did, she took some time to admire her driver’s license photo that she took just three years ago. She then glanced at all the details: ID number: M******* Expiration Date: 11/08/2026 LN: WARREN FN: CHARLOTTE ************** BEVERLY HILLS, CA 90210 DOB: 11/08/1996 Charlotte stopped when she read the year. Wait a second. Wasn’t it supposed to say 1994? I was born in 1994! Charlotte looked at her license again. The year of birth that she saw remained unchanged. 1996. No! No no no no no! If this was true, then Charlotte was not 29, but 27. It was a mistake, Charlotte told herself as she made the short drive back home. Mom will set the record straight before I get my driver’s license corrected. Charlotte arrived home with the two bags filled with booze. She entered the door and found her mother sitting on the sofa and watching TV. Charlotte left the drinks on the island and then walked into the living room, holding her driver’s license. “Mom,” she smirked. “I think that there’s something wrong with my driver’s license.” Darcy smiled. “What seems to be the problem, dear?” Charlotte pointed to her driver’s license. “Mom, it doesn’t have the right year I was born. Now mom, what year was I born?” Darcy gave her daughter a warm smile. “You were born in 1996 dear.” “No!” Charlotte protested. “I was born in 1994! I’m 29, mom!” Darcy shook her head. “Char honey, you were born in 1996, and you are 27. Now, what’s wrong with your license?” Darcy glanced at the license and looked at the date of birth. “November 8th, 1996. It looks fine, dear.” Charlotte was flabbergasted. But it wasn’t fine! Charlotte knew that somehow, in some way, things were starting to get weird. It was one thing for her friends to joke about her being younger than them. But it was another thing entirely for her driver’s license to have the wrong date. And even worse, her Petra Gold Rolls Royce was not in the driveway. Why, things were starting to make even less sense now. “Mom,” Charlotte told her firmly. “I was born in 1994!” Darcy grabbed Charlotte’s chin and brought it to her eye level. “Charlotte Marie Warren, I don’t know what has gotten into you but it’s going to stop now. You were born in 1996. If that is not good enough for you, I will show you your birth certificate. If I show you, is that going to make you feel better, honey?” Charlotte nodded. Please read the right date. If anything had to be correct, she hoped, it had to be her birth certificate. “I’ll be right back, honey,” Darcy told her. Darcy went upstairs and came back down carrying a metal box with a metal lid. She opened it and showed Charlotte. “Do you see this, honey? I keep all of our personal information in here. The deed to this house, car titles, social security cards, and since you asked, birth certificates. She lifted up one sleeve and set it aside. “Sorry dear,” she said, shedding a tear. “That was your dad’s death certificate. Ah! Here they are! Charlotte, here is your birth certificate, honey.” Darcy pulled the tiny slip of paper out of the sleeve and unfolded it until the entire birth certificate was displayed. “See dear? That’s you. Charlotte Marie Warren.” She then pointed to the date of birth. “And ah! Here’s the date of birth!” Charlotte was afraid to look, so she prayed. Please God. Please be 1994… “November 8th, 1996,” her mother told her. “And look! 7:21 AM. The date and time is official dear.” Charlotte’s heart sank. No. This cannot be happening to me. But it was. The year of birth was the same on both her driver’s license and birth certificate. And somehow, she didn’t have her new Rolls Royce. The panic was spinning inside of her mind with no signs of stopping. Her mother was somehow convinced that this was somehow her reality when just yesterday, she knew that she was 29. But according to both legal documents, she was now 27. Charlotte was losing it fast. But it was then that she realized that she forgot to take her running shoes off. It was then and there that she felt a powerful warmth fill her body around her feet. The warmth rose up through her legs, past her stomach and into her heart. The warmth began to melt away everything once again. All of Charlotte’s frustration with her realization of now being 27. It was all gone. Every last argument and debating thought was gone. What remained was a satisfying and happy feeling inside her mind. It all felt….good. It felt right. Everything. Why did it matter that this was happening to her? Charlotte’s feet were now comfortably warm with the running shoes. And with that, everything else did not matter to her at all. Nothing else mattered. Darcy smiled. “Are you good, Char?” Charlotte nodded. “Yes mom.” Charlotte still couldn’t shake the reality that she somehow became younger by two years in one night. Maybe Charlotte was supposed to accept this new reality. But she just didn’t want to. The way that her mother gave her the year: 1996, it just felt right. Like Charlotte was supposed to be like this. Charlotte sat on the sofa, her feet still comfortably planted in those shoes. But her comfort was short lived when she heard her mother. “Charlotte! We’re going over to Aunt Darlene’s!” Charlotte nodded. “Okay mom!” With Charlotte now in her brand-new running shoes, she could now show them off to her oh so cute niece Heather. She could almost picture the look on her face when she comes walking into her aunt’s house, wearing those shoes. “Wait until Heather sees this!” 2
Mary Moon Posted November 4, 2024 Posted November 4, 2024 So these shoes change reality? Maybe the desire of the mother who is nostalgic for when her daughter was little, has made her become progressively younger and it seems that all the reality around her is influenced by it. Who knows if she will not realize before it is too late
PamperedPrince Posted November 4, 2024 Author Posted November 4, 2024 It kind of looks that way. There's something that I know that I won't disclose until much later in the story. A theory on this whole story if you will. Stay tuned! 😀 1
Mary Moon Posted November 4, 2024 Posted November 4, 2024 1 hour ago, PamperedPrince said: It kind of looks that way. There's something that I know that I won't disclose until much later in the story. A theory on this whole story if you will. Stay tuned! 😀 I admit that the main reason i read the story was because of the words "omorashi" and "accidents". There are few stories that focus on pure omorashi and perhaps desperation in this forum. I imagine that the magic that is making her younger will also end up affecting Charlotte's bladder control. Will there be elements of "pee desperation" in this story as well?
PamperedPrince Posted November 4, 2024 Author Posted November 4, 2024 1 hour ago, Mary Moon said: I admit that the main reason i read the story was because of the words "omorashi" and "accidents". There are few stories that focus on pure omorashi and perhaps desperation in this forum. I imagine that the magic that is making her younger will also end up affecting Charlotte's bladder control. Will there be elements of "pee desperation" in this story as well? Absolutely! Stay tuned. The omorashi and pee desperation parts are coming. Now for the next chapter: Chapter 5 “How did I get myself into this mess?” Charlotte’s mind was racing, with various questions sprinting around like athletes with no answer in sight. Heather was now climbing on top of Charlotte’s lap, eagerly glancing at her and hoping that she’ll have a fun game for her to play. Charlotte had nothing. After all, the adults all conversed for a while before they decided to have a fun night by themselves, leaving Charlotte to babysit both Heather and Allison. Really. How did I get myself into this? This question continued to repeat in her mind as she felt a soft bulky padding underneath Heather’s pajamas. How did I get myself into this mess? The origin of the answer went back to just eight hours ago, when Charlotte was leaving with her mother to go and visit Aunt Darlene. Charlotte was indeed excited to show Heather her running shoes. After all, the little girl had a love for running that was very similar to Charlotte when she was her age. The way that Heather ran reminded Charlotte of the way that she was when she was only four years old. Heather was just a mini version of Charlotte: running around and enjoying every minute of it. Charlotte joyfully glanced at the other thing that she was looking forward to. The whisky. The fruity wine coolers. This would have to be carefully hidden so that someone like Heather wouldn’t find it. Both Charlotte and Darcy were now standing on the front porch of Darlene’s house. Darcy rang the doorbell. The door opened, with Darlene standing there, holding Allison in her arms. Allison’s carefree eyes darted around aimlessly as she sucked on her pacifier, dressed in a cute lavender romper dress. When she saw Charlotte and Darcy, she cooed and squawked before giving a fond stare at her mother. “Mama.” She said, in a voice that conveyed shyness and uncertainty. Darlene rubbed her hand over Allison’s cute tufts of black hair, running her fingers through her cute pair of short stubby pigtails. She then gave her daughter a soft kiss on the back of her hair. “Yeah!” she told her. “This is your Aunt Darcy and your cousin Charlotte! They have come to visit!” Her words continued in a sing-song manner, much in the way that you would speak to a baby. “Come on in, sis! Daniel is keeping Heather entertained.” She then focused her attention on Charlotte. “You too, dear! I heard the news. I’m proud of you purchasing your first house! You live where? In Beverly Hills, where all the famous people live?” Charlotte remained silent. Her aunt’s statement could not be any further from the truth. The truth was that Charlotte did buy that mansion in Beverly Hills, but it was two years ago! At that point, Charlotte had already lived in the mansion for a couple of years. Her mother was also able to visit her house and was able to see it for herself. Maybe her mother would be able to tell Aunt Darlene about her visit? Darcy nodded. “Yes! I am very proud of my Char. And I have yet to see that house!” Darcy gave a endearing look to her daughter and smiled. “Sweetie, would it be okay if I paid you a visit to your mansion?” Charlotte could not believe what she was hearing. “Mom, you already saw it!” But Darcy gave her a sad and puzzled look. “No honey. You just bought that mansion. How could I have seen it?” From all the weird things that have been going on with her, Charlotte already knew that she was two years younger than her original age of 29. If she really was 27, that would mean that her mother had not visited her mansion yet. Charlotte did buy the mansion at 27, so it seemed as if history was rewinding before Charlotte’s very eyes. Finally, Darcy gave Charlotte a loving nudge on her back. “But I will want to see your mansion soon, okay?” Charlotte knew now that it was futile to argue with her mother. Well, it was futile to argue with anyone regarding what she was experiencing. Time seemed to be moving forward, as she still had the hangover in the morning. But Charlotte was still perplexed regarding what was going on. It was like the entire world was changing around her. Charlotte seemed to be the one changing, and nobody seemed to be questioning these changes for one moment. They all behaved as if this new reality had always been so. But how? How did this all happen? Charlotte tried to think of the reason, but her mind was clouded from the answer. It was as if the answer was locked away, and no key could ever unlock it. “Come on, Char! I’m sure that Heather will want to see you!” Darcy’s tap on Charlotte’s shoulder snapped her out of her forest of bewilderment and confusion. Both Charlotte and Darcy entered the house to find Daniel reading Heather a book titled “The Tortoise and the Hare.” “I wanna be the hare!” Heather shouted. Daniel pointed to the page and shook his head. “Heather, I know that you want to be that fast hare, but do you know what? He didn’t win! The slow tortoise did! Sometimes, slow and steady is the way to win the race.” “But I wanna go FAST!” Heather said with a frown. “You do?” Darlene jokingly chimed in. “How about you thank daddy for reading you that nice story.” Heather tilted her face towards her father and gave him the biggest smile. “Thank you, daddy!” Darlene then gave Allison to Daniel while she went and held Heather by the hand. “Heather honey, do you need to go potty? We’re going to see if you need to go, okay?” Heather then glanced at both Darcy and Charlotte. “I went two times today!” she said proudly. Darlene nodded. “Yes, and we’re about to make it three. Let’s go, dear!” Heather shook her head. “Nah-ah. I show them! Look! I’m wearing big girl undawears!” Heather lifted up her dress to show everyone her pink training underwear. Darlene laughed and grabbed Heather’s hand, causing her dress to fall back down over her undies. “Yes honey. You’re a big girl!” She fixed her glance on Darcy. “Heather is now wearing training underwear. So just in case she has a little accident or two, the training underwear can hold it.” She then whispered. “It’s like a Pull-Up only it’s all thick and durable cotton!” Darcy nodded. “Ah! Training underwear didn’t even exist when I was training Char…” Darlene nodded and began to hurry with Heather to the bathroom. “Let’s go! Let’s get to the potty! Third one, Heather!” Minutes later, Darlene came back with a very excited Heather. “I did it!” Heather said, smiling. “I used the potty again!” Darlene nodded. “She did. This has been her best day so far. There have been a lot of hit and misses at preschool. This is definitely a good day.” The adults decided to take their discussion outside. This led Darlene to have Heather put her shoes on. They were Velcro shoes, since Heather didn’t know how to tie her shoes yet. Charlotte watched Heather as she slipped on both her shoes and fastened the two Velcro Straps on each shoe. As Heather was doing this, Daniel tapped his wife on the shoulder. “Yes honey?” Darlene said, glancing up at her husband carrying Allison. “I’m putting Allison down for a nap.” Daniel told her. “She looks tired.” Darlene nodded. “Okay dear. We’ll be outside!” Everyone walked out to the backyard and gathered around the deck. When Heather was just standing next to her mother, Darlene smiled. “How about you go and play with Charlotte?” Darlene suggested. “See if she’ll have a race with you!” Heather glanced at Charlotte and gave her a wanting look. “Can we have a race?” She then glanced down at Charlotte’s shoes. “Wow! Those shoes look pretty!” Charlotte nodded. “Yes Heather. My mommy got me some new running shoes! I’m going to race you, but I don’t know if I can beat you…” Heather giggled. “I’m gonna win!” Charlotte looked at her cute cousin, her dark black braided pigtails dangling on either side of her face. “Oh yeah? You’re going to beat me? Well, we’ll see! I’m gonna win!” The way that Charlotte said it made Heather laugh. “Nah ah! I’m gonna win! I’m gonna beat you good!” Charlotte pointed to a tall tree in the yard. “See that tree right there, Heather?” Heather nodded. “The first one to that tree and back here wins the race! Are you ready? On your marks, get set….” Charlotte waited a few moments to try and catch her four-year-old cousin by surprise. “GO!!!” The race was on. Both Charlotte and Heather were running together, but Charlotte began to run ahead of her until she got to the tree. “Oh no! It looks like I’m in the lead!” Charlotte continued her lead until she passed the tree. Then, she slowed down on purpose, letting Heather catch up to her. “Uh oh. It looks like I’m slowing down…” Heather giggled as she began to pass Charlotte. “I’m winning!” she shouted. “I’m winning!” Charlotte ran just a little bit faster, but no faster than her cousin, who was just about to reach the finish. She pretended to be tiring out, and glanced over at Heather, who was smiling. “I win!” Heather shouted. “I won the race!” She ran over to her mother. “Mommy mommy! I won the race! I beat Charlotte!” Darlene smiled. “That’s so great, dear. I’m so proud of you, Heather. You’re such a fast runner!” “I’m fast!” Heather said, feeling very proud. Charlotte glanced over at the table that was sitting on the deck. An open bottle of Crystal Dragon was sitting there, with a few half full glasses. This reminded her of the booze that she bought earlier. ‘Maybe I can have some now?’ But that moment didn’t come. The adults continued to converse while Charlotte had more “races” with Heather. She won the second race, but let Heather win all the others. When 2:00 came around, the adults began to discuss going somewhere. “Well, Daniel and I can’t really go anywhere,” Darlene explained. “Between Heather and Allison, we’re pretty much tied up here.” Darcy smiled. “What about Charlotte? Charlotte would be a wonderful babysitter! She could watch the kids while we all go out! And believe me, she’s got experience. She used to babysit all the time when she was a teenager. Let’s go out and have fun!” Charlotte didn’t seem to be paying attention to the conversation until her mother got her attention. “Charlotte?” Darcy said, with a fixed gaze indicating something that she wanted her daughter to do. “Uncle Daniel, Aunt Darlene, and I are going to visit some other friends. Will you be a dear and babysit Heather and Allison?” Darlene nodded. “I’ll make it worth your while, Char. It may not be your modeling pay but I do want to give you something for watching them. Don’t worry. I will share with you all the rules regarding watching Heather and Allison. I hear that you’re a great babysitter.” Charlotte politely nodded. Yeah. I was a great babysitter…all the way back in high school. Since then, I can’t remember the last time that I watched a kid. Her thoughts continued, and Charlotte quickly began to become lost in them. So much so that she didn’t even realize what she just said to them. “Yes, I’ll do it.” She softly said, still deeply immersed in her own thoughts. And before Charlotte even knew what she just said, she was standing in the living room with Darlene, while she gave a lengthy speech on everything that Charlotte needed to know about taking care of Heather and Allison. When to feed Heather dinner. What to feed her. When to give Allison her bottles. When to change her diapers. Allison’s feeding schedule. Emergency contact numbers. Fun activities to do with Heather. How to keep Allison occupied. When to take Heather to the potty. Do’s and Don’ts. Allison’s bedtime. Heather’s bedtime. After about twenty minutes of hearing all of the rules, Charlotte sighed. “Okay. Yes. That’s quite a lot to remember.” Darlene nodded. “It is. That’s why I have it all typed out in case you forget any detail. Also. We are almost done. Since we’re on bedtimes, this is what you need to know. Allison’s bedtime is at 7:00. Heather’s bedtime is at 8:00. Now Heather may be a champ at potty training in the daytime, but she still has accidents every single night. When you’re getting her ready for bed, put her in a nighttime Pull-Up. Now, for Heather, I have a rule regarding the Pull-Ups. If Heather poops her Pull-Up anytime before bed, you need to put her in a diaper. Now Heather is going to try and fight you on this. Stand your ground. Heather knows where she’s supposed to poop now, but she sometimes forgets and that’s why I need to enforce this rule. Any questions, Charlotte?” Charlotte could not believe what had just happened. Why did she volunteer herself to babysit? Maybe she was just too lost in her thoughts to even realize the mistake that she was making. Sure, she could babysit kids, but that was back when she was a Senior at Langford. At this point, she was now worried that she may not do the best job as a babysitter. That she may fail in her responsibilities and be called out on her irresponsibility. And why were all the adults going to have fun and leave her here to babysit? “This is not fair!” she told herself. Definitely not fair. “No questions.” Charlotte finally said. She knew that if she got stuck, she would have the printed version of the rules to help her. And with that, the adults all left Charlotte fully responsible for two charges. The two charges needed to be cared for successfully if Charlotte was to ever have a successful future as a mother. “And that’s if I decide to have kids!” She told herself. For the next five hours, Charlotte was tasked with fully caring for both Heather and Allison. She occupied them with TV shows, as the printed rules listed this as a suggested activity. She used this to her full advantage, occupying both Heather and Allison for hours until it was dinner time. But for Allison, she fed her a baby bottle in the late afternoon, using one of several bottles in the fridge that Darlene left for her. She gave Heather an easy dinner of dinosaur chicken nuggets and tater tots and promised a little pudding if she could make a “happy plate”. She fed Allison another baby bottle. She then got Allison ready for bed. She gave her a bath and gave no worry to Heather, since her mother would bathe her in the morning. She changed her into a nighttime diaper and put her to bed in her crib. It was now time to get Heather ready for bed. “Hey!” Charlotte said, smiling at Heather to get her attention. “It’s time to brush your teeth and get your pajamas on!” “No!” Heather said, frowning. “I don’t wanna go to bed!” Charlotte nodded. “We’re not going to bed, yet. We’re just going to get your jammies on!” Heather nodded and followed Charlotte upstairs and into the bathroom to brush her teeth. Charlotte made a game out of brushing the teeth and told Heather that she would be winning another race if they got her teeth brushed quickly. After the teeth were all brushed, Charlotte pointed to the toilet with Heather’s toilet seat on top of it. “I’m going to give you your privacy. Let me know when you’re done going potty, okay?” Heather nodded. “Okay!” Charlotte left the room and sat, hanging her feet over the top stair of the staircase. Moments later, Heather walked out of the bathroom. Charlotte smiled. “Did you use the potty?” “Yup!” Heather told her. Charlotte did not hear a flush sound come from the bathroom, and decided not to ask Heather about this. “Now for your jammies! Let’s go, Heather!” So the two walked into Heather’s room. Heather had a cute room with pink pastels on the walls. A dollhouse sat in the corner of her room, with a pile of stuffed animals in the other corner. Sitting on the floor near her dresser was the pajamas and Pull-Up that Darlene wanted Heather to wear. Charlotte undressed Heather and pointed to the Pull-Up on the floor. “It’s time for you to get into your nighttime underwear! Do you know how to do it? I’ll help you.” Heather nodded and picked up her nighttime Pull-Up. Charlotte stretched out the Pull-Up and had Heather step into one of the leg holes. She quickly pulled the Pull-Up up while she helped Heather step into the other hole. With her feet now in both holes, both Charlotte and Heather pulled up the Pull-Up until it was above her ankles and snugly around her waist. After that, she helped Heather pull her pajama bottoms up, which were a dark purple. Like her bottoms, her tops were also a dark purple. She put the tops on and snapped the buttons on her tops. Following that, she kissed Heather goodnight and closed the door. Charlotte then retreated downstairs to the living room and plopped herself on the couch. This was everything that has happened, leading up to the present. Charlotte’s mind raced as one question began to fill her mind. “How did I get myself into this mess?” Charlotte could not make much progress in answering the question, as she found Heather out of bed. She was climbing onto her lap with a sad look on her face. “I can’t sleep.” Heather told her. “Can we play a game?” Charlotte was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn’t even hear the question. But she did feel Heather’s bulky Pull-Up and cotton pajamas press down against her lap. Then, she felt a warmth coming from where Heather was sitting. She felt Heather’s bulky bottom begin to sag and swell as the warmness continued. Charlotte then glanced at her cousin, knowing very well what she was doing. She didn’t want to ruin Heather’s confidence from during the day. But soaking that Pull-Up while sitting in her lap totally undid her progress for that entire day. Didn’t Heather tell her that she used the potty? Then why was she peeing in her Pull-Up? Maybe Heather wasn’t telling Charlotte the truth. But she also knew that she had a date with her whiskys and wine coolers so she needed one more fun activity to tire Heather out, hopefully making her sleepy so that she could guide her to bed. She smiled at her cousin and grinned. “What game do you want to play?” “Hide and go seek!” Heather shouted. Charlotte nodded. “Excellent choice! You know what? We’re going to play a special version of hide and seek! I’m only going to count to ten, so you need to find someplace to hide, QUICK! Ready?” “I hide quick!” Heather shouted, quickly running downstairs to hide. Charlotte then began to count to ten very slowly. After she got to ten, she stood up. “Ready or not, here I come!” While Charlotte was playing hide and seek with her cousin, what she was really interested in was her whisky and wine coolers. So she casually looked around, announcing where she was looking. “Oh! She’s not in the living room! What a good hider!” Then Charlotte entered the kitchen. “Oh! She’s not in the kitchen! Where oh where could Heather be?” Charlotte was now opening the fridge. She got out her two shots of whisky and decided to drink one wine cooler with that. After enjoying the drinks, she glanced at her phone. Only five minutes had passed since she started to look for Heather. I’ll give her a few more minutes. Charlotte didn’t feel as bad as last night, since she had a lot less to drink this time. She decided to call Lexi to see what she was up to. But since she got a busy signal, she decided to try Maya. “Hello? Char?” “Hi,” Charlotte said, smiling. “You are not going to believe this, but my aunt gave me babysitting duty to watch her kids while my parents have fun.” “Oh, is that so, Char? Who are you watching?” “I’m watching a four-year-old and a 16-month-old. They’re both my cousins. The oldest is Heather and the youngest is Allison. Heather couldn’t sleep so we’re playing a quick game of hide and seek.” “You are so lucky, Char! I LOVE watching kids!” Charlotte laughed. “Do you wanna trade? But really, it hasn’t been that bad. I’m just killing time until my parents come back with my aunt and uncle. What are you doing?” “I’m planning my trip to Paris. They want me there for a couple of weeks in mid-September. I’m supposed to be modeling all of these awesome dresses. It’s going to be great, Char…” Charlotte could now hear the sound of crying. “Snif Snif…Snif Snif…” “Char? Is that someone crying?” Charlotte gasped. “I can hear it too! It’s Heather! I gotta let you go! We’ll talk tomorrow, okay? Bye!” Charlotte walked around the living room, trying to see where the crying was coming from. “SNIF SNIF….SNIF SNIF…” Charlotte glanced at a door that was nearby. It looked like it was a closet door. Charlotte opened it to find Heather sitting there, her face all red and puffy with tears. As she approached Heather, her nose could detect a horrible odor. Charlotte helped Heather out of the closet. “Oh no Heather! What happened?” Charlotte took Heather upstairs and into the bathroom. She pulled Heather’s pajamas down and saw Heather’s Pull-Up heavily sagging between her legs. It looked so heavy that it looked like it could burst at any moment. What surprised Charlotte was that the Pull-Up was not even leaking. Well, it was a nighttime Pull-Up, but Charlotte knew that even those had their limits. Charlotte pulled the Pull-Up down and saw the damage. Heather’s nighttime Pull-Up was not only completely soaked to its limit, but the back side of it was totally saturated in poop. Heather was now choking sobs. Charlotte had Heather carefully step into the shower. “Here Heather.” Charlotte told her. “Step out of the pajamas.” Heather’s pajamas were still dragging around her ankles. She lifted up her feet while Charlotte yanked both legs off, removing her pajamas. After that, Charlotte gave Heather a quick shower while she kept trying to cheer Heather up. “It’s okay, Heather. Accidents happen.” Heather nodded. “But I pooped my Pull-Up!” Charlotte nodded as she finished rinsing off Heather’s back. “I know. That’s an accident. Don’t worry, Heather.” “Do I get to wear another Pull-Up?” Heather asked her. Heather’s answer was not what she wanted, as Charlotte took her to Allison’s room. She laid Heather on the changing table. “Okay Heathy.” Charlotte told her. “Lay still.” Heather laid still, until she saw what Charlotte was holding. It was a diaper. “No! I wear another Pull-Up!” “No you don’t.” Charlotte told her. “Your mother told me the rules. You pooped in your Pull-Up, so now you have to wear a diaper for the rest of the night. They’re your mommy’s rules, okay?” Heather began crying and turned her face away from Charlotte. Charlotte began to apply Aquaphor on all of Heather’s areas before rubbing in some lotion. After that, she powdered a diaper and laid Heather on top of it. She powdered Heather and folded up the diaper, sealing both waist tapes so that the diaper fit her nice and snugly. After she diapered Heather, she got her off the changing table and quietly left Allison’s room. Heather hung her face down the whole trip back to her bedroom. Charlotte put Heather’s pajamas back on. Luckily, none of the poop got on her pajamas. Charlotte tucked Heather in her bed and said goodnight to her. “Hey! Tomorrow’s another day, so you’ll get to try the potty again. Okay?” Heather was too sad to even want to look at Charlotte. She began to weep again, bringing her thumb to her mouth as she began to suck on it. Charlotte sighed and left the room. When she thought about the game of hide and seek, and how she took too long to find Heather, it hit her. She was the one responsible for Heather needing to wear a diaper tonight. But rules are rules. At the same time though, Charlotte felt bad for her carelessness leading to the poor girl ending up in a diaper. Charlotte went downstairs and plopped on the couch again. On the floor lay her running shoes. She smiled as she saw them, but her eyes were too heavy to keep them open. Her mother, aunt, and uncle would be back soon. And Charlotte hoped that she did the right thing. That she was still a good babysitter after her teenage years. 1
PamperedPrince Posted November 4, 2024 Author Posted November 4, 2024 Chapter 6 The Sunday and the rest of the week that followed flew right on by and caught Charlotte by surprise. She could not believe that a week had already gone by since she made her drive from Beverly Hills to Langford. But that also meant that she only had ten days remaining until she had to drive back to her estate. Over the course of the week, Charlotte couldn’t help but think about what her return to work would be like. If Charlotte really was two years younger, what would that mean for her modeling assignments? She pondered this in her mind, trying to think of the different products that IMG had her work on just a couple of years ago. Would the same models that she left even recognize her when she returned? Perhaps, she thought, only the models that have met her within the last two years would not have any idea who Charlotte Warren was. All they would know her as at this point was the Charlotte Warren that appeared in Vogue. The Charlotte Warren that was now starting to appear in the tabloids, which she earnestly tried to avoid at all costs. All eyes were on her now, and the agencies would try everything in their power to profit off of Charlotte as much as they could. Charlotte knew the game that they were playing, as she discussed this often with Lexi and Maya. Hollywood was all about the money, and if you wanted it, you would have to play by their rules. The directors, managers, and business tycoons all ran things at the top while the busy celebrities all labored like worker bees, generating the nectar for the ones that owned them. Charlotte and her friends knew that owning a profitable business would have to be an eventual goal if they wanted to be the cream of the crop in Hollywood. Charlotte still felt both perplexed and frustrated about herself somehow slipping two years back in time. She even noticed that her body was a little trimmer, and it weighed a little less than it did when she first arrived at Langford a week ago. She knew that it wasn’t a true slip back in time, as time all around her continued to move forward. This wasn’t 2022. This was still 2024, yet something mysterious happened that made her age down two years overnight. Was this all a dream? If so, it was a pretty long one to have been living her whole life in a dream for a week. Over most of the past week, Charlotte has been lonely since the run, dinner, and overnight sleepover. This was the only time that she spent with Lexi and Maya over the past week. Both of their families were over, which made spending time with them a no go for the time being. Charlotte still spent her days running in her running shoes, running 10 miles every day in one single outing. Every one of her times were amazing, and she averaged under 55 minutes for each of the days that she ran. Her best time was yesterday, where she ran 10 miles in 54 minutes and 32.79 seconds. Her slowest time was a 54:40.87, and she kept improving her time every day. And the one common thing that Charlotte noticed during every run was the change in scenery when she ran. Like the first run with her friends, the running trail turned to darkness and Charlotte was suddenly running a marathon in a different part of the world. It was always a marathon, and she was always in the lead. And oddly enough, one of the marathons was for the Olympic Games, where Charlotte was running with the fastest men and women in the world. But even with these runners, Charlotte still managed to outrun them all. She somehow found the strength in her to run just a little bit faster. This gave Charlotte a considerable lead over a man from Kenya. As fast as he was, Charlotte’s feet almost looked like wheels, and she passed the runner swiftly and quickly. But the scenery, Charlotte discovered, was only temporary. Every time she finished her run, the scenery always reverted back to her running trail in Langford. Charlotte could not figure out how she was mysteriously whisked away to these races, but she saw her friends and family always cheering for her at every event. Charlotte was starting to like these marathons. They felt…good. Charlotte was in the zone and any worry and concern about where she was ended up vanishing like the world around her. The running shoes were always warm. They were…comfortable. They fit her perfectly. This made Charlotte smile and forget about where she was. For nearly an hour every day, Charlotte was not in Langford. She was in some of the best venues all over the world. London, Sydney, Rome, Tokyo, Seoul. Every city was unique but had the same 26.2 miles to complete. And during these races, Charlotte looked perfect. There was not a trace of excess fat on her body. It was all muscle. Her legs were perfectly carved twigs, and she had the body of a well decorated athlete. An athlete that lived to run. And Charlotte was living this realistic fantasy every outing. Besides the daily runs that Charlotte made, she has been seeing her Aunt Darlene and Uncle Daniel a lot, and was able to spend a lot of time with Heather and Allison. From the night that she babysat her aunt’s daughters, she noticed a small but noticeable relapse in Heather’s potty training. Heather was now wearing Pull-Ups more often during the day and was wearing a diaper to bed every night. While Heather still managed to make it to the potty every now and then, the accidents were now more frequent during the day, making diapers for her during the nighttime a must. Charlotte was now gearing up in her room for her Friday run. All her suitcases were now empty, as she managed to unpack all of her belongings. But before Charlotte could even leave the room, her phone rang, and she answered it. “Charlotte, are you ready for another fun sleepover?” Lexi asked her. She spoke in a tone that conveyed both excitement and joy. “I’m on my way over with Maya.” Charlotte glanced at herself, fully dressed in her Lululemon running gear. “Um, I’m all dressed up for running.” “Oh, that’s great Char! So are we!” Charlotte had a couple of questions lingering in her mind, so she uttered them out loud. “Are you two spending the night here again? Are we running on the usual running trail?” “No Charlotte. That was last weekend. We are going to my parent’s mansion and will be running on the quarter mile racetrack in the backyard.” Charlotte was excited, as she hadn’t ran on that racetrack since she attended Langford. It was like old times. She began to remember running with her friends, but she couldn’t ever remember running behind them. They were the ones behind her. What. The. Heck. I was always the slowest when I was running over there. How then do I remember being the fastest? “Hello? Char? Are you still there?” Charlotte nodded. “Yes Lexi. I am. I just kind of got lost in my thoughts for a moment.” “Ah. Typical Char! Well, we’re almost here. Get an overnight bag together and meet us in the driveway! See you in a couple of minutes. Bye!” Charlotte hung up and quickly began opening various drawers for the sleepover and packing all the different articles of clothing feverishly. Bras. Panties. A nightgown. A couple cute dresses. A two-piece swimsuit. And she absolutely COULD NOT forget Bobo. She placed Bobo at the bottom of her bag, piling all her other things on top of him. Then she grabbed all her toiletries from the bathroom and threw them into her bag. She knew that Lexi had a hairdryer, so she didn’t pack that. But she packed her electric toothbrush, three different hairbrushes, an eye lash curler, her makeup, her perfume, her dental floss, and her mouthwash. By the time that she threw everything in her bag and left her bedroom, the doorbell rang. Ding dong! Charlotte was dashing down the stairs and almost ran into her mother who was heading towards the door. “Whoa dear!” Darcy gasped. “I see that you’re going for a run, but why the hurry?” “Charlotte! We’re here!” Lexi exclaimed. “Are you going to open, Char?” Maya added. Darcy smiled. “Oh! You’re going for a run with your friends again?” Charlotte gave her mother a quick nod and opened the door. Both Lexi and Maya were in the same workout gear that they wore a week ago. Lexi glanced at Charlotte with a look of urgency. “Well Char?” That’s when her mother noticed the large overnight bag that Charlotte was holding. “Hold on, sweetie. Are you going to spend the night at one of your friend’s houses?” Lexi nodded and answered for Charlotte. “Yes, Mrs. Warren. It’s my turn to host the sleepover. It will be Maya’s turn next week.” Darcy nodded. “I see. You girls have always taken turns with that. Are you running on the trail again?” “Oh no,” Lexi said, shaking her head. “My parents have a quarter mile racetrack in the back yard. They have a pretty big back yard.” “I would imagine.” Darcy said, smiling as if her mind was focused on something else. “Well Char, you have fun! Let me know how the sleepover is!” Charlotte nodded. “Thanks mom!” Darcy glanced at Lexi and Maya. “Have fun, girls!” she said to them. Charlotte left with her friends, where the silver Rolls Royce was waiting. The three piled into the back, while Leon drove them to Lexi’s parent’s house. Lexi then gave Charlotte a smile. “You’re getting up there in the modeling industry, Char.” Lexi said in a manner that was intended to build Charlotte up. But unfortunately, it did the opposite. “What do you mean?” Charlotte asked Lexi, looking annoyed. “My fame is on par with yours!” Lexi sighed. “Not quite, Char, but you’ll get there. I mean, you’ve only been an Angel for a year. I have two more years of experience.” Charlotte was now fuming. It was bad enough that her driver’s license and her birth certificate had her birthdate two years later. But when it came to the modeling, now it was starting to get personal. “No!” Charlotte screamed. “We have both been Angels for three years!” “Nope!” Lexi told her. “I didn’t see you the first two years. You signed the contract with Victoria’s Secret a year ago. Those are the facts, Char. Now are we going to argue about graduation dates again?” Maya sighed. “We know that you want to be more famous, Char. But it doesn’t mean that you have to lie about how long you have been an Angel. Now we support you right where you’re at. You can literally run circles around us, and we admire you for your talent. So don’t worry! You will get there!” “Like that mansion that you just bought!” Lexi said with a grin. “You’re starting to get there. It’s only a matter of time before the other opportunities happen. Who knows? With all the wins that you have gotten with the marathons, you may get a contract with Lululemon next!” But Charlotte knew in her mind that she was already signed a model for Lululemon. She was recently signed last month! “This can’t be another weird thing happening with me being two years younger,” Charlotte thought. And that was another thing that bothered her. Why was she two years younger? What was causing the sudden age reversal? It was a question that Charlotte still didn’t have the answer to. “No!” she argued. “I just got signed for Lululemon last month! We were both modeling the same day!” Lexi laughed. “You are funny, Char. Yes, I did model with them a month ago, but I didn’t see you there. Now it’s only a matter of time before they sign you. I mean, you’re placing better than me and Maya in the marathons! Maybe they want to see a gold from you first?” Charlotte knew that she couldn’t argue with Lexi anymore. Whatever weird phenomenon that caused her to age in reverse while her friends and the rest of the world adapted to this change was making all of this a fact to Lexi and everyone else. This phenomenon was rewriting history with each year that was taken from Charlotte’s life. Charlotte was now entering the spacious manor that was Lexi’s family’s estate. From all the sleepovers that she had with Lexi and Maya, she knew this place all too well. It was 28,000 square feet and it now reminded her of her mansion back in Beverly Hills. In fact, this mansion was the inspiration for Charlotte to buy her very own Barbie Dream House (that is, her mansion). Ever since she was a little girl, she stayed over here and was blown away at how much bigger this house was compared to her mother’s Craftsman house. There was no comparison. It was all grand, from the staircase with the crystal chandelier to the wine cellar with a generous number of wines from different years. Some were locked up and her parents deemed them “off limits”. Lexi told them that they were saving those for “very special occasions” but they could help themselves to the other bottles in the cellar. The other thing that was grand was the swimming pool that marked the beginning of the backyard. The elevators were also a wonderful alternative to the stairs. Most of the mansion was two stories, with Lexi’s parents’ third story quarters being the exception. The girls were now doing warmups on the paved quarter mile track in the back yard. Both Charlotte and Maya had already set their overnight bags in the rooms that they would be staying in. Charlotte always loved staying at Lexi’s because unlike her place, she got to have her own bedroom. It was different, but in a good way. Charlotte smiled as she marveled at the oval track that spanned a quarter mile. “I can’t remember when we all ran on this track before. When was it? When we all went to Langford?” Lexi nodded. “Yes. Both Maya and I were Seniors, and you were a sophomore. You were always a couple of years behind us but were still a good friend to be around.” Maya laughed. “Yeah. Even as a sophomore, you were outrunning all the Seniors!” Charlotte knew that she was a Senior with her friends somehow, but she didn’t want to debate this with them. Her only being an Angel for a year and not having the popularity that Lexi had as a model was enough. As she was wrapping up her stretches, she glanced at the track again. “Lex, are you the only one with a track like this?” Lexi shook her head. “No. Besides Langford, the only other family with a track like this is the Ashcroft’s. Their track is also a quarter mile and a lot fancier. Their mansion is quite a bit larger too. They have a daughter named Lauren who will be starting her Senior year at Langford. My parents know the Ashcroft’s pretty well, and I see them from time to time. It’s sadly just the father and Lauren. The mother died when Lauren was young.” Maya smiled. “Ah. That family? My parents know them too, and I have seen Lauren and the dad a few times. Mr. Ashcroft treats his daughter like a princess. Since she was young, Lauren has always ridden in a limousine. It didn’t matter whether it was to school or anywhere else. That limo had to come with her.” Charlotte nodded. “I’m sure that Lauren is sad about the passing of her mother…” Lexi nodded. “Lauren has taken it well. Her mother was a famous supermodel while her father is a wealthy businessman. The mother got really sick when Lauren was young, and it was a tragic loss for the Ashcroft’s. But wow. It’s amazing how the young woman carries herself. She’s got a heart of gold, Char. They may treat her like a princess, but she’s actually very nice. She’s the kind that would do anything for you even though she is waited on hand and foot.” She then glanced at the track. “Are we all ready now to run? Let’s do 10 miles since we’re closer to the marathon. That’s 40 laps around this track. And Char? Do NOT outrun us. Let Maya and I keep up with you. Save the Speedy Char antics for the marathon, okay? Are we all ready?” Charlotte could not believe that Lexi was reminding her to slow down again. The last time that she ran this track, she was struggling to keep up with Lexi and Maya. Wait…Was she? The memory of her running this track was a little hazy, and she could somehow faintly remember both her friends gasping for air trying to keep up with Charlotte. Again? This memory was not supposed to be there. Was it a false memory? “Ready?” Lexi shouted. “Set……………………………..GO!!!” The three girls began to run around the track, Charlotte very careful to reduce herself to a six-minute pace. Each lap was about one minute and 30 seconds, and Charlotte was careful not to outrun her friends. But then something happened when Charlotte was on her 7th lap. The entire racetrack vanished. It was happening again. Charlotte was being sent to another marathon somewhere in the world. This time, she was running through Rio de Janeiro. She could see the Christ the Redeemer statue looming over her as she ran the majestic course. But as Charlotte was nearing the end, she could feel a strong pain in her bladder. Her need to pee was growing as she was only two miles from finishing the race. She saw her mother and her friends cheering her on. Then she heard everyone cheering her name again. “Charlotte! Charlotte! Charlotte! Charlotte!” Then, Rio faded away. The entire city. The entire course. All the audience. Everything. “Charlotte? Charlotte? Hey! Slow down!” Charlotte was now back at the racetrack in the backyard of Lexi’s parents’ mansion. “Two laps, Char? Really?” Lexi was looking annoyed. “You’re two laps ahead of us! Slow down so that we can catch up!” Charlotte began to slow down, but as she did, she was hit with another problem. She didn’t just have to pee very badly, but her bladder was about to explode. Charlotte could never remember having to pee this badly. She was known as the woman with the cast-iron bladder. Her friends used to joke with her about it, as she was always the last to use the bathroom after they both made two trips. But here she was, about to pee herself at Lexi’s house. And she only had six more laps to go. She slowed down as she let her friends begin to make up the 3 minutes that she was leading by. She was almost walking, but this didn’t make her urge to pee any less. She pressed her hands on her crotch as she desperately tried to pinch the flow of pee shut. Lexi and Maya were now passing Charlotte, making up their first lap. “Wow,” Lexi gasped. “This is a first. Char has to pee? What happened to your cast-iron bladder, Char?” Maya laughed. “Yeah. You always bragged about how you were able to hold in your bladder the longest. Now it looks like you’re about to explode!” Charlotte was now beginning to moan. She was still almost walking the track, her urge to pee being even worse now. “Urghhh!” she quietly groaned. “Why do I have to pee so bad?” Her friends finally passed her a second time and smiled. “One more!” Lexi shouted. “When we approach you again, you can start running!” Charlotte nodded, as she continued to press her hands against her groin. She felt now that her bladder was now at capacity and was now operating on borrowed time. At any minute, Charlotte would have an accident. Both Lexi and Maya approached Charlotte, and she resumed her six-minute pace. They ran five laps, and only one more lap was needed to run the 10 miles. Charlotte groaned as she ran the last lap. She could not believe that she was still able to hold in her bladder. She could see the end. And when she crossed that line, she would be making a beeline to the bathroom. It then happened. Charlotte crossed the finish line, and… She ran into the mansion. She ran down the hallway. She grabbed the door handle and…. Drip…drip…drip…drip… “No no no no no!!!” Charlotte screamed as she felt a heavy stream of pee run down her groin, soaking through the crotch area of her shorts and creating a puddle as she entered the bathroom. The puddle continued, trailing from the doorway to the toilet as she pulled down her now soaked panties and sat on the toilet, the rest of her pee making a resounding echo as it hit the toilet bowl. Charlotte was mortified. She could not remember the last time that she had an accident like that. Maybe when she was five? That sounded about right, as Charlotte could remember having a lot of accidents when she was in kindergarten. Charlotte then heard a knock on the door. “Charlotte? Are you okay?” It was clearly Lexi, sounding very concerned. Charlotte wiped and then flushed the toilet. She didn’t want to pull her panties back up, since they were sopping wet with urine. She heard a couple more knocks. Knock. Knock. “Charlotte? Can you open the door just a little bit? I have a towel for you.” Charlotte opened the door, and a towel was thrown at her. Both Lexi and Maya had their backs facing her. Normally, this wouldn’t be an issue if they were in a locker room, but they knew how embarrassed Charlotte was and this wasn’t the time to make the situation any worse. Charlotte wrapped the towel around her waist, and it covered her like a skirt. She grabbed her soaked workout clothes. Her panties and her shorts were the most saturated, with the bottom of her tank top just a little damp. Charlotte walked by her friends in her wrapped towel and sports bra, with was only soaked in sweat. Lexi grabbed the wet clothes from Charlotte. “Don’t worry about the clothes, Char,” Lexi told her. “I’m going to give them to a maid, and she will wash them for you.” Charlotte just nodded. She was unable to utter a single word. All she did was look at her two friends. And then, both Lexi and Maya wrapped their arms around Charlotte in a two-way group hug. “It’s okay, Char.” Lexi told her. “They’re taking care of it.” “Really Char, it’s fine.” Maya added, trying to make her best friend feel better. But all Charlotte could do was cry. The hot tears ran down the sides of her cheeks as she felt the warm embrace of her two friends. “Snif…Snif…Snif…Snif…Sniffle…” “Shhh…” Lexi said, giving Charlotte a pat on her back. “There there. It’s going to be okay. How about you go upstairs and take a shower? Then change into a fun outfit and come back with your favorite movie choice. All three of us will watch it in the home theater, okay Charlie girl?” Charlotte nodded as she glanced at Lexi through a few more choked sobs. Maya still had her arm around Charlotte. And then Charlotte began to feel another warmth. A warmth that came from her running shoes. The warm and tingly feeling flowed right to her heart. It was…okay. Charlotte was okay. It was going to be fine. That accident, those tears. Both her friends were there for Charlotte despite the shame and embarrassment that she was feeling right now. She nodded and glanced at the hallway that led towards the staircase. And without saying a word, she released herself from Lexi and Maya’s embrace and walked up the staircase. Charlotte found the bathroom that was near her guest bedroom and took a nice long shower. The shower was indeed long enough to wash all of her sweat, urine, grime, shame, worries, and embarrassment down the drain. And when she turned off the shower, there was not a single tear remaining in her eyes. Charlotte felt better. Charlotte put on a new bra and changed into a frilly mint green dress with a fresh pair of pink panties. Having thought about the movie options, she knew what she was going to tell Lexi. As she walked down the staircase in her new outfit minus her shoes, she found both Lexi and Maya standing at the bottom, both cleaned up and in nice dresses. Lexi’s was dark blue, and Maya’s was orange. Charlotte glanced at Lexi, knowing what she was waiting for. So, she gave her the answer. “Legally Blonde.” Both Lexi and Maya laughed at Charlotte’s option, as they hadn’t seen the movie since they were all attending Langford. And it seems that even though Charlotte seemed to be a “couple of years younger” according to them, they still spent a lot of time together. Lexi nodded. “Legally Blonde, huh? Well Char, your wish is my command!” Maya grinned. “Yeah Char! I love me a good Reese Witherspoon movie!” “Right?” Lexi said, placing her hand on Charlotte’s shoulder. “And I like the dress that you chose. I already turned everything on in the home theater and we just made a fresh batch of popcorn. Time for a fun movie. Just the three of us.” The three girls entered the home theater, and they all sat in their favorite seats towards the front near the large screen. There were 20 seats in the theater and each one was a fancy leather seat with electronic controls that made the seat recline along with heating options and a swiveling tray that they could all set their popcorn and drinks on. Lexi picked up two remotes and then glanced at Charlotte. “Charlotte, I’m sorry that you had to deal with that earlier. Had we known that you had to pee so bad, you could’ve just ran or just take care of it before you even had that accident…” Maya sighed. “Yeah. We’re actually kind of surprised. This is the first time that we have even seen you have an accident like this.” “Hopefully, it’s the only time.” Lexi told her. “Now, let’s not discuss this anymore. Let’s cue the movie!” Lexi pressed a couple of buttons on both remotes and the movie started. After the movie, Charlotte had a nice dinner with her friends. It was a seafood dinner made with fresh cod and truffle fries which was prepared by Lexi’s parent’s family chef. Macaroons and ice cream were served for dessert. Charlotte enjoyed the chocolate macaroons with her mint chocolate chip ice cream. Finally, it was bedtime and Charlotte decided to turn in for the night. So she glanced at Lexi and smiled. “Thank you for everything, Lex.” She told her best friend. “You too, Maya.” Both Lexi and Maya hugged Charlotte. “Aw Char…” Lexi said with a smile. “It’s okay. Accidents happen. Believe me. I have seen some embarrassing things happen at model shoots. Right Maya?” Maya nodded. “Yeah. I was right in the middle of a shoot, and one of the models like you really had to pee. Well, I’ll let you guess the end result. She left a trail of drops all the way to the bathroom!” “It happens, Char. We’re just sorry that it happened to you.” Lexi hugged Charlotte again. “Good night, Char. Sleep well!” Charlotte nodded and walked towards her bedroom. She entered it and closed the door. Like every guest room in Lexi’s mansion, it was a spacious bedroom that looked bigger than Charlotte’s own bedroom at her mother’s house. Charlotte changed into her white nightgown and unzipped her overnight bag. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw that Bobo was at the bottom of her bag. She pulled Bobo out and plopped him on the bed. She flicked off the light switch and then crawled underneath the bed. And in just a few minutes, Charlotte fell asleep. Charlotte was suddenly jolted awake as she felt an intense pain in her bladder. She checked her cell phone. 2:04 AM. “Oh no,” Charlotte quietly said to herself. “I am about to pee myself again…” Charlotte sprang out of bed and pressed her hands against her groin, doing everything in her power to stop the flow of pee from coming out. Just as she opened the door and was about to touch the bathroom door nearby, she could feel the drops of pee touch her bare feet. “Oh no,” she whispered. “Not again! No no!” The drops began to increase rapidly as she entered the bathroom. But unlike last time, she managed to pinch the flow of pee shut before she quickly pulled down her nightgown and panties to release the rest of it in the toilet. It was indeed another accident, but it wasn’t as bad as the one before. But it still bothered Charlotte that she has now had two accidents during her sleepover with Lexi. Last week, she had zero accidents. What is going on? She knew that her bladder was stronger than this. But after sliding back two years, her bladder control was somehow getting worse. But this didn’t make sense to Charlotte because even at 27, she knew that she had never had accidents like this happen before. She glanced down at the patch of pee that now covered most of her panties. Fortunately, she had the ones that the maid washed with her workout clothes, plus one more pair. But her nightgown was damp, so she had to wear her dress to bed instead since she didn’t have any extra nightgowns packed for the overnight stay. Unlike the accident that both Lexi and Maya saw, Charlotte decided to keep this one a secret this time. When she got up in the morning, she wrapped her mostly dry nightgown around her sodden panties and packed up her overnight bag quietly. When the three girls were eating breakfast in the dining room, Charlotte silently hoped that both Lexi and Maya would not discover her second accident. But Charlotte’s hope was shattered when she was about to pour herself a cup of coffee. Lexi broke the silence. “Char, I don’t think that it’s a good idea for you to have coffee.” But Charlotte kept pouring. What right did her friend have in telling her that she couldn’t drink her favorite pick me up in the morning? This both frustrated and offended Charlotte at the same time. Lexi placed her hand over the back side of Charlotte’s palm and shook her head. “Listen to me, Char. I am speaking to you as your friend. This morning, the maid told me that she noticed a few drops of pee leading from outside the bathroom to the inside. A small puddle was found near the toilet. Charlotte, as your friend, I advise you not to drink that coffee. It seems that we have a tradition with our sleepovers. Every time we have one, you have an accident.” Maya shared the same concerned look that Lexi had. “Yes Char. Please listen to Lexi. You have always been having accidents during every sleepover that we had and have even wet the bed a few times.” Charlotte was now shocked. What? All I did was have an accident yesterday and now they’re accusing me of having accidents at every sleepover now? Lexi sighed. “You didn’t bring them, Char. Did you? You know? Your nighttime underwear that keeps you from wetting the bed?” Charlotte’s face turned red. “What are you talking about? Come on, Lex! You know me! I have a cast-iron bladder!” Both Lexi and Maya were both shaking their heads. Lexi rested her hand gently on the back of Charlotte’s neck. “Char, we have always known you for having a weak bladder. Even at Langford, you had a lot of accidents. Everyone called you ‘Leaky Charlotte’ but we were the only friends that stood up for you. It’s okay. Your bladder is just different, Char.” “We’re your friends, Char!” Maya said in agreement with Lexi. “We know that you’re our younger friend and that you have a bladder problem. But we like you just the way that you are. We all have secrets, Char, and yours is safe with us. Okay?” Charlotte couldn’t take it. Her eyes produced tears as she wept softly, quietly finishing her breakfast. But before she finished, she got her coffee and began drinking it. Lexi sighed. “I’m telling you, Char. The last time that you drank coffee over here, you had an accident an hour later.” And that was the problem. Charlotte knew that all these sudden accidents were history being rewritten all over again. Somehow, all these unexplainable things were happening to her again, and she just couldn’t figure out why. Charlotte went from having a strong bladder one day to having a weak bladder overnight. And the worst thing about this was that Charlotte didn’t know what to do to change this. After breakfast, Charlotte rode with Lexi and Maya in the silver Rolls Royce back to her house. “Next week, we’re having the sleepover at Maya’s!” Lexi told Charlotte. “It will have to be a Thursday night instead of a Friday night, since the marathon is next Saturday, and we want to be ready for it.” “Next week, Char.” Maya added. “My house. See you then!” The silver Rolls Royce pulled out of the driveway and Charlotte entered the house with her luggage. Darcy was in the living room, sipping a cup of coffee when she realized that her daughter was home. “Char, how was the sleepover? Did you bring them?” Charlotte was now confused. “Bring what, mom?” “Your special underwear that you wear to bed, honey.” Darcy said, giving her a supportive smile. Charlotte gasped. “Special underwear? Mom, I am not a bedwetter!” Darcy shook her head. “We have had this discussion already, sweetie. You have always had this problem, dear. Now, we thought that you would grow out of it after high school, but you just never did. Now did you bring them, honey? Let me see your bag.” Charlotte’s heart sank. Charlotte knew that her soaked panties were in there, wrapped in her nightgown. She hesitated as she began to reach for her bag. Her mother quickly unzipped it. Darcy pulled out two large cloth backed garments and held them out in front of Charlotte. They looked like Goodnights, but they were for adults. “These dear. Your Depend Nighttime Defense. Now you usually pack two for sleepovers and I still see two. You didn’t wear them?” She glanced at a wadded-up nightgown. She unwadded it to find a very moist pair of panties inside. “Charlotte Marie, you didn’t wear them, did you? You had an accident at Lexi’s again, am I right, sweetie?” Charlotte sadly nodded. She didn’t even want to tell her about the first accident, where the maid washed and dried her clothes. But now she couldn’t believe the Depends that were now in her luggage. How did those get there? She could never remember packing them. Not ever. Darcy handed Charlotte the nighttime briefs back to her and sighed. “Please try to wear them next time, dear. And be sure to wear them to bed tonight. Okay?” Charlotte could now feel a sudden urge begin to fill her bladder, so she nodded and glanced at her mother. Oh shit! The coffee! “Okay mom!” Darcy gasped when she saw her daughter making a desperate move up the stairs. “And did you drink the coffee too? Charlotte…” Charlotte was already upstairs, hurrying to the door to the bathroom. Her bladder was about to explode when she opened the door. She pulled her panties down and made it just in time. What was happening? Why all these sudden urges to pee? Charlotte could remember drinking coffee before and it never had an effect on her like this. After Charlotte finished going, she got her things from downstairs while her mother returned to her TV program in the living room. Darcy sighed as she watched Charlotte upstairs with all her things. She figured that it was best to let Charlotte unpack all her things first. “I’ll talk to her later,” she decided in her head. Charlotte was now upstairs, looking frightfully worried. She dumped all her overnight things out onto the floor. The running shoes were the first to tumble out. After she did this, she decided to look at her driver’s license again. She unzipped her purse to pull out a change purse. She pulled her wallet out of her change purse to find her California Driver’s License. She inspected it for the date of birth to find the following: 11/8/1996. She was still 27. Nothing has changed there. Charlotte then took her one clean pair of panties and opened her panty drawer. A large pile of panties was in there. But to the right of the panties sat some other garments that Charlotte did not remember placing there. They were more of the Depend Night Defense garments, all thinly scrunched in a row. This was just not happening. Charlotte didn’t buy these. And if she did, it must have happened in an alternate universe. Charlotte was so over everything that was going on, so she decided to plop herself on the bed. She grabbed Bobo from the pile of overnight things that she poured out on the floor and laid on her bed with him. Her stuffed best friend was able to make it all better. As she hugged Bobo, Charlotte began to temporarily forget all these embarrassing changes that were happening to her. Charlotte got a break from watching Heather and Allison, as her Aunt Darlene decided to stay in for the evening. But as the week dragged on, Charlotte had numerous close calls in making it to the bathroom. All all the close calls that she had, she only had two more accidents that entire week. Despite that being the case, she was getting tired of rushing to the bathroom, doing everything that she could to avoid another accident. Every morning that she woke up was a near miss for another accident. But on Monday and Wednesday, she wasn’t so lucky. During these two mornings, she managed to get out of bed, but she wasn’t able to make it to the bathroom in time, giving Charlotte her only two accidents that week, besides the other two that she had during her sleepover with Lexi. But on the Thursday that Charlotte was supposed to have a sleepover at Maya’s with Lexi and Maya, something unexpected happened. Charlotte just finished another 15-mile run and was about to get a shower, when her mother tapped her on the shoulder. “Char sweetie?” Darcy said, giving Charlotte those wanting eyes that indicated both urgency and expectation. “When you finish getting your shower, can you please go over to Darlene’s and babysit Heather and Allison? The babysitter cancelled at the last minute, and we need someone like you to fill in. Now you got a break this last Saturday, and you will get a break this weekend because of the marathon. Can you please do this, Charlotte? Me, your Aunt Darlene, and your Uncle Daniel have important plans tonight.” Charlotte was indignant. How could her mother spring something like this on her at the last minute? Maya was supposed to call Charlotte in an hour and they were going to have a fun sleepover at her place. Now what? “Am I supposed to just drop everything and cater to my mother’s every whim?” Charlotte thought. This was not fair. Charlotte had made these plans already and her mother was about to sabotage them while her mother, aunt, and uncle could have another evening of fun. Yeah. They can have fun while Charlotte was stuck with the mundane duty of caring for Heather and Allison. That means more diaper changes and more Pull-Ups. And how was Heather doing with the potty training? The sudden change in plans had Charlotte altogether flustered. “Well Charlotte?” Darcy said, sighing. “I need an answer, dear.” Charlotte let out a deep reluctant sigh. “Yes. I’ll do it.” “You don’t look too excited, honey.” Darcy told her. “What’s wrong? Did you have plans tonight?” “Yeah!” Charlotte said as she began to peel off her sweaty tank top, which seemed to be almost attached to her skin. “I was supposed to have a sleepover at Maya’s.” “Well, how about this, dear?” Darcy told her. “You can have a fun sleepover at your aunt and uncle’s instead. They’ll even let you sleep in the spare bedroom. How about that? We’re going to be out late so you can just spend the night over there with Aunt Darlene and Uncle Daniel when they come home. I’ll be over in the morning. Thank you very much, Charlie honey. You don’t know how much this means to all of us.” Darcy gave Charlotte a hug, which she didn’t really fully engage in. “You can make it up with them, okay? How about Saturday night?” “I’ll have to talk to Maya.” Charlotte told her mother. “I don’t know if she has plans on that night or not. Now, please mom. My B.O. is horrible from running 15 miles.” Darcy sniffed the air, giving her daughter a look of disgust and laughed. “Yes dear. You smell horrible. I’ll let you get cleaned up, okay?” Darcy left Charlotte to her shower, and she washed everything off. She could almost visualize the sleepover as another thing that she washed down the drain. After the shower, Charlotte was now in her room wrapped in two towels and on the phone with Maya. “Yeah.” Charlotte said, in a defeated tone. “That’s what I said. I can’t come to the sleepover. The babysitter that was supposed to watch my cousins cancelled. So go ahead and have fun without me, okay?” “Do it, Char! I would give anything to watch some kids again. Me and Quincy are thinking of starting a family soon. I keep reminding him, but he just doesn’t seem to get the hint. Would you like it better if Lexi and I came over for a little while? You are doing the right thing babysitting your cuzes. Trust me, Char.” “I would like that, My. Who knows? If Allison has a stinky, I might have one of you two change her.” “Oh those? Charlotte, I have watched so many kids and I have changed many stinky diapers. What’s one more? They’re not too bad once you get past the nauseating smell.” “You’re weird, Maya. I’ll make sure that Allison has a fresh one for you. I had to do a really big one last time. Oh, and cleaning up Heather after she pooped her Pull-Up was not fun either.” “Yeah. Pull-Ups are not made for pooping. Just a little peeing and that’s it. Well, would you like to have another sleepover with us on Saturday? It’s race day, but that’s all in the morning and we’ll want to celebrate that for sure.” Charlotte grinned as she was now braiding her hair. “Yeah! I was thinking of Saturday. Let’s do Saturday. Now, I need to finish getting ready. I’ll see you over at my aunt’s!” “Char, your aunt is just three houses down from you, right?” “Right. You’ll see a blue Chevy Equinox in the driveway since my parents are driving my aunt and uncle. It makes more sense since both Heather and Allison both sit in car seats. See you in a bit, bye!” Charlotte finished getting ready and put on a fun dress to try and liven up her glum mood. A frilly lavender dress. Then she saw her running shoes. Yes. I should at least wear these when I go over there. They’re so comfortable… Within 30 minutes, Charlotte was now sitting on the couch at Aunt Darlene’s, while she gave the long motherly lecture about everything that Charlotte needed to remember in taking care of Heather and Allison. Charlotte didn’t find this necessary, as her aunt was almost repeating everything off the printed list that was used last time but was slightly revised to indicate Heather’s potty-training progress. From everything that her aunt told Charlotte this week about Heather’s potty training, it seemed like Heather was having a lot better week this time. Heather was back to her training underwear during the day, and nighttime Pull-Ups since she was still wet every morning. As for Allison, no naps were needed since it was close enough to bedtime anyway. Her aunt would take over when they got back anyway, relieving Charlotte of her responsibility when she wakes up in the morning. After the long lecture, Charlotte just smiled and nodded, finally telling her Aunt Darlene and Uncle Daniel to have fun. Darcy, realizing that she was left out, jokingly interjected. “What about me, sweetie?” Charlotte nodded. “You too, mom! Have fun!” The adults left, leaving Charlotte to watch Heather and Allison once again. Shortly after they left, Charlotte could hear the sound of Allison breaking wind. “Oh great…” Charlotte said, sighing. “You just had to wait until they left to do that, didn’t you?” Just as Charlotte was about to change Allison’s diaper, the doorbell rang. Charlotte opened the door and smiled. It was Lexi and Maya. She showed her friends into the house and then pointed at Allison. “I think that you have seen my cousins a couple of times before. Do any of you want to change a stinky diaper?” “Yeah.” Heather said. “It stinky. It stinky when my sister does that. Her stinky diapers are not pretty.” Maya laughed. “Of course they’re not, hon. Can you tell me, little miss if you have ever seen a stinky diaper that’s pretty?” “No!” Heather said as she giggled. Maya then nudged Charlotte. “I’ll do it, but you’ll have to give me $1,000.” Charlotte nodded. “Okay. I brought my purse and my checkbook.” “Char, I’m kidding!” Maya said. “I’ll do it for free, and to show you how quick and easy it is.” Maya took Allison to a changing mat that Charlotte pointed out in the living room. And with the supplies nearby, Maya went ahead and proceeded with the whole change. She handled the diaper change with gentleness, warmth, and care. And what surprised Charlotte the most was that Allison was smiling and laughing the whole time Maya was changing her. “Hold up.” Charlotte told her. “How did you do that? Allison always cries when I change her.” Maya smiled. “You need to be gentle, Char. Gentle and careful. And did you see what I did? I spoke calmly and to her level. A warm and soothing voice will make them feel at ease. It’s Mothering 101, Char. Now, where’s the Diaper Genie?” Charlotte pointed to a small bin in the kitchen area. “Right there.” She then smirked. “Can you please stay here and change all the rest of Allison’s diapers?” she joked. Heather nodded. “Yeah! Yeah! Play with me and Charlotte!” Both Lexi and Maya exchanged glances and nodded. “One game.” Maya told Charlotte. “So, what’s your favorite game, Heather?” Lexi nodded. “Yeah! What do you like to play?” “I get it!” Heather told the girls. “I get Candyland! We play Candyland. We gonna play it and I’m gonna win!” Maya sat Allison in her playpen. Allison was immediately distracted by some sensory toys. There was a stack of rings, a few rattles and stuffed animals that made jingling sounds and some barnyard animals that made different sounds when she squeezed them. Allison just began grabbing the rattles and shaking them haphazardly. Heather was back with Candyland and they all played the game on the floor near the playpen to supervise Allison. And just as Heather said that she would, she won the game. After the game, both Lexi and Maya left Aunt Darlene’s house, promising Charlotte that they would have a make-up sleepover on Saturday. “It will be even more fun, Char,” Maya said. “We’ll see you Saturday for the Labor Day Marathon and the sleepover later on!” Charlotte spent the rest of the evening watching Heather and Allison. She only had to change Allison one more time before bed, and it was only a wet diaper. As for Heather, she was batting a thousand. She used the potty three different times before her bedtime. The first time was going pee right before Candyland while Lexi and Maya were over. The second time was both pee and poop right after dinner. The third time was just pee right before bedtime. Heather was now standing in a nighttime Pull-Up that Charlotte helped her into. Charlotte had already given Heather her milk and helped brush her teeth. “All set?” Charlotte asked her. “All snug and comfy? Hey. Let’s get more comfy with some jammies! See? I’m going to put mine on too!” Charlotte put on her pink satin short sleeved button shirt with matching elastic shorts. She then helped Heather get into her pink pajama set. “Look at us!” Charlotte smiled. “We’re both wearing pink!” “Yay!” Heather shouted. “Can we play another game?” Charlotte sighed. “We’re actually going to bed. If you get into your covers, I will tell you a fun bedtime story. How would you like that, Heather bee?” Heather was now filled with excitement. She dove face first into her pillow and crawled underneath the covers. “Tell me a special bedtime story, Charlotte! Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!” Charlotte motioned a “shh!” sound with her index finger. “Okay! Since you’re such a good little girl, you get a very special story tonight. Once upon a time, there was a magical princess who lived in a faraway land…” Charlotte continued her story, making up every detail as she went along. The story continued on, with her speaking in a calm and soothing voice. Heather’s eyes were quickly fluttering. But Charlotte kept telling the story. When she paused to glance down at Heather again, she was fast asleep. She was also smiling as she breathed peacefully. Charlotte quietly left the room to get herself ready for bed. She may not have spent the night at Maya’s, but she was going to get something as a recompense in the morning. Having tried it the other night, Charlotte was looking forward to buying another bottle in the morning. A fresh bottle of Crystal Dragon. She would buy one at the Langford Liquor Store tomorrow morning since she finished what was left of the last bottle the other night. Charlotte plopped herself on the queen bed in the spare bedroom with her favorite stuffed friend: Bobo. She hugged the stuffed bear and cuddled it as she buried herself underneath the covers. And before Charlotte even knew it, she was fast asleep. Charlotte woke up at various different times of the night, feeling very dizzy. Her eyes were spinning as the world spun around her. And before she could even get her bearings, Charlotte was out cold. After that, Charlotte woke up one more time early in the morning. She felt great. Better than she ever felt in her whole life. And the sleep! She couldn’t believe how rested she felt. But it was still not quite morning. From what she saw on her cell phone, it was 4:22 AM. And with that, Charlotte took some deep breaths and fell back asleep, looking forward to the wonderful Friday that awaited her. 1
Mary Moon Posted November 4, 2024 Posted November 4, 2024 I'm really enjoying this story, i'm afraid that Charlotte might be rejuvenated again now, in fact it's a difficult situation for her, she can't confide in anyone, they would think she's crazy because reality is rewriting itself around her. I wonder if she'll understand that it's the shoes that do this. By the way, the fact that she's seen in famous marathons, in my opinion could indicate that the shoes are possessed by the ghost of a dead athlete perhaps. P.S. the scenes of despair are very nice, i really identified with them
PamperedPrince Posted November 4, 2024 Author Posted November 4, 2024 6 minutes ago, Mary Moon said: I'm really enjoying this story, i'm afraid that Charlotte might be rejuvenated again now, in fact it's a difficult situation for her, she can't confide in anyone, they would think she's crazy because reality is rewriting itself around her. I wonder if she'll understand that it's the shoes that do this. By the way, the fact that she's seen in famous marathons, in my opinion could indicate that the shoes are possessed by the ghost of a dead athlete perhaps. P.S. the scenes of despair are very nice, i really identified with them Thanks! It's good that you find the scenes to be relatable. As for the ghost of a dead athlete, that's a good theory. Considering that Charlotte is seeing all the races from almost someone else's point of view, I can see an argument for this. But I have my own ideas as to what's really going on and you'll just have to wait to see everything unfold. And yeah. It's interesting that Charlotte is not aware that it's the shoes. Stay tuned for some more chapters tomorrow! 😃 1
Mary Moon Posted November 4, 2024 Posted November 4, 2024 We should understand how much the magic of the shoes is, I don't think they rewrite the reality of the whole world, maybe only of the people who know Charlotte and who have interacted with her at least once. However, the fact that the license and birth certificate have changed indicates that it is a much broader thing. Maybe there is someone who is immune to the power of the shoes or a previous owner, who managed to get rid of the shoes in the past, who could help Charlotte. It could be the plot of an episode of Supernatural, who knows, maybe Sam and Dean Winchester will appear Who knows if by chance she will meet the boy she was in love with that her friends talked about, now in this reality, maybe for Charlotte in this new reality not everything could be negative, but she could have a second chance
PamperedPrince Posted November 5, 2024 Author Posted November 5, 2024 The magic of the shoes are indeed mysterious and who knows how they were crafted? I like to think that the Driver's license changing is how the world is adapting to her reduced age. It's also worth noting that everyone like you said is adapting to her new change. Will there be someone to help Charlotte? There will be something, but that will be revealed in a later chapter. I like the idea of Charlotte having a second chance, and this will definitely be explored in the future. 😉 1
Mary Moon Posted November 5, 2024 Posted November 5, 2024 3 minutes ago, PamperedPrince said: The magic of the shoes are indeed mysterious and who knows how they were crafted? I like to think that the Driver's license changing is how the world is adapting to her reduced age. It's also worth noting that everyone like you said is adapting to her new change. Will there be someone to help Charlotte? There will be something, but that will be revealed in a later chapter. I like the idea of Charlotte having a second chance, and this will definitely be explored in the future. 😉 Charlotte is now desperate because she is slowly losing her successful life with the reality that is changing and no. she has any way to counteract this. However despite the fame and money, she did not give the impression of being truly happy. Charlotte is clear that she regrets having lost that boy she loved. Maybe he will be the one to save her, I am a fan of romantic happy endings. The fact that his bladder became weak right away is strange. Another mystery. Probably in the next chapters you will understand the logic of the changes to reality
PamperedPrince Posted November 5, 2024 Author Posted November 5, 2024 11 hours ago, Mary Moon said: Charlotte is now desperate because she is slowly losing her successful life with the reality that is changing and no. she has any way to counteract this. However despite the fame and money, she did not give the impression of being truly happy. Charlotte is clear that she regrets having lost that boy she loved. Maybe he will be the one to save her, I am a fan of romantic happy endings. The fact that his bladder became weak right away is strange. Another mystery. Probably in the next chapters you will understand the logic of the changes to reality Stay tuned. I now have the next one. Chapter 7 Charlotte’s eyes shot open as she immediately noticed the warm glint of sunlight resting on her nose. But it wasn’t the sun that jolted her awake. It was something underneath her. Something down in her groin. A growing discomfort and intense ache that she felt from a full bladder. But it felt more full than that. And if Charlotte didn’t act quick enough, that full bladder would be released in the queen bed in one of her aunt’s guest bedrooms. Charlotte swiftly freed herself from the tangle of bedding that she was wrapped in and landed on the floor, feet first. She once again pressed her hands against her crotch in a desperate attempt to pinch the flow of pee shut. But this time, she felt something…soft. It felt like a soft and smooth texture when she was cupping her hand around her crotch. And because of what she was feeling, she felt some kind of padding block her hands from feeling her skin through her pajamas. A soft rustling sound could be heard as she pressed the fabric of the pajamas against the smooth padded texture in a futile attempt to reach her skin. But this was the least of her worries. Charlotte dashed out of the bedroom, holding one hand against her groin as she hurried into the nearby bathroom. She closed the door and tried to pull down her shorts but realized that she was not wearing her shorts anymore. Instead of being in her satin pink pajama shorts, she was in a mint green nightgown. She pulled up the nightgown, and when she realized what she was wearing, she gasped. Charlotte was wearing something that looked like an adult Pull-Up. The shock was enough for her to release her bladder, which sent a steady stream of pee into….what is this? A Pull-Up? “Oh. My. God.” Charlotte was mortified as the stream of pee continued filling the garment. The garment began to expand and swell around her legs as the thirsty garment soaked up the pee, turning it into a gel. Charlotte pulled the garment down and sat on the toilet, hearing the rest of the pee come out in small trickles. Each trickle was mocking her. Reminding Charlotte over and over again that she failed to make it to the toilet. Charlotte lifted up the pink soaked garment, which felt heavy in her hands. From when she was originally wearing it, it was at least 3-4 times bigger than when she first wore it, due to the swelling moisture that was inside it now. Then it hit her. Those garments that were in her drawer. This was one of those nighttime Depends. Charlotte could not believe this. Charlotte just knew that she did not pack a single one of those nighttime garments. These…adult Pull-Ups. All she packed for staying overnight at Aunt Darlene’s was panties. How then was she now wearing a diaper? And even worse, she totally soaked it before she could even reach the toilet. All it took was one jolt of surprise for her to release the bladder that she was trying so hard to hold. This made the whole matter of wetting her aunt’s guest bed inconsequential, as she would’ve filled this Pull-Up instead of the bedding. And she did fill it, completely by accident. Charlotte glanced in the mirror to realize that her face looked thinner and more sculpted. She pulled off her nightgown and examined her whole body. Her breasts were just as full as before but looked more evenly toned. The skin was more clearly toned and her waist felt even thinner. Charlotte could remember weighing 94 and a half pounds when she last weighed herself just last night before bed. So, she stepped onto the scale and weighed herself again. 94.8 pounds. Charlotte lost 3 pounds overnight. Oh. My. God. Charlotte knew that this couldn’t be water weight, as she always kept track of water retention. With the normal extra water weight, she would’ve weighed 99.4 pounds with the extra water in her. Charlotte just peed, so there was no extra water in her that would make her weigh any heavier. Just the normal fluids keeping her body healthy. Her water weight today would have her at 96.8 pounds. This was simply unbelievable. Charlotte looked into the mirror again, knowing that she looked leaner and more fit than she ever felt in her life. Her waist, she guessed, was at least two inches smaller than it was last night. She could feel the energy flowing in her body and knew that her metabolism was faster today. Charlotte glanced at her bra, realizing that it was a much cheaper brand than what she usually bought. So was her nightgown. In fact, Charlotte knew that she didn’t even pack that nightgown. What happened to all the clothes that she packed? Charlotte put all these questions on hold for a while as she took a quick shower. She scrubbed her pelvis and…well…her vagina clean, as the idea of having urine all over herself felt totally gross. After the shower, she found two towels in the bathroom’s small linen closet and wrapped them around herself. Catching one more glance in the mirror, Charlotte still couldn’t believe how healthy she looked. Charlotte looked…beautiful. All the features that made up her body were proportioned to near perfection. Charlotte couldn’t really explain it, but her mood felt different. As she was leaving the bathroom, she could hear the faint sound of voices coming from a discussion between her aunt and her mother downstairs. Are………….pick……….Charlotte?......Heather………..no problems…..Did…….pack……long night……sleeping?.................Allison………Everything’s clean…………..go…………Charlotte………..yet? Charlotte walked towards the staircase to hear the conversation a little better. “No. Please let Charlotte get her beauty rest. She’s going to need it for the marathon tomorrow.” “That’s right! The Labor Day marathon! I know that I will be attending it.” “That’s good, Darlene. I am so proud of my Char. Can you believe it? It’s her first marathon!” “Yeah. It sounds like she’s pretty excited for it. Heather’s going to just love it. She really loves to run! She’s the fastest in the Dashing Ducklings group. I definitely see her being just like Charlotte one day. Now Darcy, we both know about Charlotte’s little bladder problem. Did she pack her…you know…her special underwear?” “You mean her Depend Night Defense? I hope that she did. She usually makes it a habit to pack them.” Charlotte returned to the guest bedroom in total disbelief. She could not believe what her mother said. She was totally wrong. This was not Charlotte’s first marathon. In fact, it was her sixth one. How could her mother miss the first five? It just didn’t make sense to her. Just like it didn’t make sense to wake up in adult Pull-Ups when she knew that she was wearing panties just the night before. Charlotte returned to her overnight bag, only to find that it looked totally different. Instead of it being in her usual black colors and fancy material, it was just a sturdy pink fabric. She unzipped it to find various other clothes that she didn’t remember packing. She found a couple of pairs of panties in there (thank God) and one more of her nighttime Depends. Different clothes, a different bag, and her body felt totally different this morning. None of it was adding up. Charlotte put on a pink bra and found a denim skirt. After the bra, she put on a pink camisole. She then put on a pair of pink panties, followed by the denim skirt. She decided to wear her hair down today, since her hair seemed to be the perfect length, resting just a couple of inches below the back of her neck. Charlotte then rounded up her things and noticed Bobo lying on the bed. She gently grabbed the stuffed bear and threw him into her overnight bag, softly pushing him into her other clothes before zipping the bag shut. She then suddenly realized that she had forgotten something. The soaked Pull-Up! It wasn’t Heather’s, but her’s that was sitting on the floor in the bathroom. She grabbed the soaked garment and shoved it into the trash bin. She found both her mother and Aunt Darlene downstairs, still talking to each other while they casually sipped cups of coffee. Darcy arched her face up to notice her daughter Charlotte standing there, holding her overnight bag. “Good morning, sweetie! Did you do a good job as a babysitter last night?” Charlotte nodded. “It wasn’t too bad.” Darcy valued her daughter’s privacy, so she gently waved her into another room, which was Daniel’s office area. She took Charlotte’s bag and unzipped it. She pulled out only one of her Depends. “So you packed them? And it looks like you wore one, too. Was it dry, dear?” Charlotte’s face reddened and she shook her head sadly. “I had an accident just before I sat on the toilet. Besides that, I was dry all night.” Charlotte couldn’t believe that she, a 27-year-old woman was giving her mother a full report on her toileting habits. Darcy gave Charlotte a soft pat on the back. “That’s great, Char. You were almost dry, but since you had an accident in your Depends, you weren’t completely dry. But don’t be discouraged, honey. You had two completely dry nights this week!” Now Charlotte knew that this wasn’t making sense. There was not a single night that she wore Depends this week! It was only this morning that she noticed that she was wearing one. And how she ended up in the adult Pull-Up was still a mystery to Charlotte. Darcy offered Charlotte a wonderful breakfast that Darlene had made a little earlier. There were three pancakes, two sausage links, and a small mound of scrambled eggs. Charlotte drenched the pancakes in maple syrup and spent the next few minutes devouring her breakfast. The extra sugars and fats didn’t bother her, as she knew that her metabolism was running way too fast for any of it to even matter to her. Her energy was burning that quickly, so the delicious breakfast satisfied her. After the breakfast, Darlene paid Charlotte $200 and thanked her for babysitting Heather and Allison. Charlotte then walked home with her mother, thinking about buying that fresh bottle of Crystal Dragon. Charlotte just couldn’t wait to try it again! But as Charlotte was approaching the driveway, her heart sank. Her Diamond Black Rolls Royce Phantom was no longer sitting in the driveway. Sitting in its place was a black Lexus LS 500 sedan. Now this really wasn’t making sense, as Charlotte no longer had a Rolls Royce, but a much cheaper luxury car. One that looked familiar. She didn’t want to ask her mother any questions about her car yet as she now needed that Crystal Dragon to help her escape from all the unusual things that were happening to her. And at this point, they were now starting to feel overwhelming. Charlotte glanced at her mother, giving her a desperate stare. That urgency filled her eyes. Charlotte wanted something. No. She NEEDED it. And she was going to get it at any cost. “Mom?” Charlotte asked. “Can I go and buy something to drink?” Darcy nodded. “Go ahead, Char. I know that you like your Pepsi. Go ahead and buy some, dear.” Charlotte nodded, and dug into her purse to find the key fob that went to her Lexus LS 500 (she was secretly sad that her Rolls Royce Phantom was gone). She pulled out the fob and unlocked her car. After that, she got in the car and flung her overnight bag into the backseat. She started up the car and she was off. Charlotte entered the Langford Liquor Store. She perused the aisles and found a bottle of Crystal Dragon sitting where she bought it a couple weeks ago. Excited, she grabbed her prize and approached the counter. Her excitement faded when she realized that she had to wait behind three other people. Fortunately, none of them took too long and Charlotte was the next customer in line before she knew it. Charlotte happily sat the bottle of Crystal Dragon on the counter, only to hear those two words again. “ID Please.” It was the same middle-aged woman as before, so she would have to recognize Charlotte! Charlotte waved and smiled. “Hello again!” Charlotte grinned. “Remember me from two weeks ago? I’m here to buy another bottle.” The middle-aged woman gave Charlotte a very confused stare. “I’m sorry, dear but I don’t remember seeing you a couple of weeks ago. In fact, I have never seen you in here before. ID Please.” Charlotte nodded. “Right!” She rummaged through her purse and found her wallet in her change purse. She handed the middle-aged woman her California Driver’s License. The middle-aged woman inspected the license, but then handed it back to Charlotte, shaking her head. “Sorry dear. You need be 21 years of age or older to purchase and consume alcohol. But dearie, you are so very close. Come back in November on your birthday.” Charlotte couldn’t breathe. Her heart sank and she could feel a chill running down her spine. She glanced at her Driver’s License. There has to be a mistake. She’s still 27, right?” But Charlotte saw the date of birth. And what she read sent more chills down her spine. The date of birth now read 11/8/2003. ‘No. Just no.’ Charlotte was not 27 years old anymore. She was now 20. “I slipped back another 7 years,” she quietly said to herself in a panic. This clearly explained why she looked so beautiful. This clearly explained why she had so much energy now. It explained why all her clothes were different and why her car was different. And sadly, it explained why she could no longer purchase and consume alcohol. Yes, Charlotte was still an adult, but she was not quite old enough to buy alcohol yet. Charlotte now looked embarrassed as she was now holding up the line, which had two people behind her. She held out the $200 that she earned from her aunt. “Do you have…soda here?” The middle-aged woman nodded. “We do, dear. What can I get you?” “Pepsi.” Charlotte said, as she craned her neck down to face the floor. The middle-aged woman nodded. “Pepsi? Do you want a box of 12 cans? I also got it cold in 20-ounce bottles. Or do you want a 2-liter?” “12 cans,” Charlotte said with a sigh, still facing the floor. A moment later, the middle-aged woman came back with a Pepsi 12-pack box. “It’s $9.99 dear. Can you please look this way?” Charlotte reluctantly glanced at the woman and handed her a 20-dollar bill. “Look dear,” the middle-aged woman said, sighing. “I’m sorry. I can’t sell you the Crystal Dragon. It’s the law. Now I know that you’re bummed out about it and all. Just come back in a couple of months when you turn 21 and you can buy that drink. Okay dear? Oh, and $10.01 is your change, dear. Do you want a receipt?” Charlotte grabbed her change and shook her head. She then grabbed the box of Pepsi and left the store. Now feeling dejected, Charlotte drove home with her Pepsi. She just couldn’t believe that she was now 20 once again. First, she was 27 and now she was 20? When she first drove to Langford from Beverly Hills, she was 29. She was now almost 10 years younger and tragically enough, she still didn’t know how it was happening. Charlotte parked her Lexus in the driveway and grabbed both her Pepsi and overnight bag out of the backseat. She entered the house to find her mother enjoying a can of Budweiser. ‘What a way to rub it in.’ Charlotte told herself. While Charlotte already knew the answer now, she just wanted to hear it from her mother. “Mom?” Charlotte said, placing the box of Pepsi on the kitchen island. “I’m home.” Darcy smiled when she saw her daughter standing there next to her favorite soda. “I see. So you got your Pepsi, sweetie?” Charlotte nodded. “Yes, but…” The uncertainty was now bothering Charlotte. “Mom? What year was I born?” Darcy laughed. “What year, Charlie? You know when you were born, hon! You were born in 2003!” This again sent chills down Charlotte’s spine. 2003. She knew that it was supposed to be 1994, but now her mother was speaking it to her like it was a fact. But then, Charlotte’s brain started to hurt. Could she have been born in 2003 all along? It made more sense to her the more she thought about it. ‘But why then was I remembering a different birthdate?’ This was making even less sense to Charlotte now. Charlotte then began to think about Lexi and Maya. While she just hung out with them last night, it felt a lot longer than that for some reason. Everything started to get all fuzzy in her mind. All the fun sleepovers. All the time that she spent with them at Langford. It was now becoming very hard to remember. Why is it getting so hard to remember? Even the embarrassing accident that she had at Lexi’s last week. It felt like…a false memory. Like something that never happened. Then what really happened? What is her real timeline? Charlotte just couldn’t figure it out anymore. All she knew was that she was 20 now and was turning 21 in November. Then she felt a warmth in the soles of her feet. The warmth danced up her legs and through her whole body. It then flooded into her heart. That’s when Charlotte realized that she was still wearing her running shoes. And while a few things changed with her body, her running shoes still fit her feet perfectly. And surprisingly enough, they still looked as new as the day her mother bought them. Charlotte smiled when she saw the white and pink Bottega Venetas gracefully adorning her feet. She loved the shoes and enjoyed every minute that she wore them. And at this point, everything just felt so…good. It all felt so right. Even Charlotte not being able to purchase or consume alcohol. She now couldn’t even remember the taste of alcohol, with the exception of the rare instances that she needed cold medicine. Her being younger. Her morning accident with her Depends. Her mother monitoring her toileting habits. All her worries, concerns, fears, and regrets all melted away. Nothing else mattered. Charlotte was calm again, surprised at how quickly she accepted her new reality. But part of Charlotte still wanted to remind her that this really wasn’t the case. That in mid-August, Charlotte was becoming a very popular supermodel and was only visiting for 17 days. That something was wrong, and Charlotte had to figure out how to correct it. Her mind was almost screaming at her. You lost two years and then another seven. How is that even normal? Aging in reverse? What cosmic occurrence was responsible for all of this? Was it all a dream? Am I dreaming right now? If I am, how do I wake myself up? This part of Charlotte kept warring with the side that wanted to maintain tranquility and peace. Just then, Charlotte could hear the text message alerts buzzing from her cell phone. Could it be from…who were they…Lexi? Maya? But none of the texts were from Lexi or Maya. Instead, she saw them coming from Lauren and Monica. ‘Wait. How do those names sound so familiar?’ She knew that she heard Lauren somewhere, but she just couldn’t put her finger on it. And Monica? Yes. As strange as it was, Charlotte felt like she knew both of these girls quite well. But how? What if she didn’t know them at all? What if Lauren and Monica were just wrong numbers? Charlotte decided to switch her phone to silent and took it easy in her room before getting ready for bed. Yes, Charlotte was getting ready for bed even though it was 3:30 in the afternoon. Considering the length of the marathon tomorrow, the reason was clear. Charlotte had to wake up at 2:00 AM and be ready to leave for San Francisco at 3:00 AM. The Labor Day Marathon started at 5:15 AM, and runners were expected to line up by 4:15 AM. What this meant was a very early bedtime and a careful food regimen so that Charlotte had the calories needed to complete the marathon. This worked out to around 100 calories per mile so Charlotte’s breakfast needed to be a whopping 2,600 calories. This was no issue since Charlotte has consumed 1,000 or more calories when she does any run that is 10 miles or more. Charlotte hugged her mother before going off to bed in the afternoon. “Good night mom,” she said with a warm smile. Darcy knew how important tomorrow was for Charlotte, so she gave her a supportive grin. “You’ll do amazing tomorrow, sweetie. You have placed first in so many 5K’s before. Just to let you know, we will be near the finish line. It will be me, Aunt Darlene, and Uncle Daniel. Also a few other friends that we know will be there. Sleep well, honey!” Charlotte nodded and gave her mother one more hug before retiring to her bedroom for the night. Charlotte then thought about her 17-day vacation in Langford. After the Labor Day Marathon tomorrow, she will have one more full day before heading back to….Beverly Hills? No. ‘That can’t be right…’ Charlotte thought. Charlotte bought her “Barbie Dream House” mansion in Beverly Hills when she was 27. But there was only one problem. If Charlotte really was 20 now, she wouldn’t be driving back to Beverly Hills, but Los Angeles. She would be at an apartment with…Lexi and Maya? No. Lexi and Maya have their own mansions in Beverly Hills. Lexi lives in Bel Air and Maya lives in another nice area. Then who would her roommates be instead? Would she be by herself this time? As Charlotte tried to think of her purchase of her mansion in Beverly Hills, it was very hard to recall. The more she tried to remember, the more that it just seemed like a dream to her. Did Charlotte only have a dream of buying this mansion? Of being famous? Charlotte’s mind was spinning in confusion, and she didn’t really know what to believe anymore. Both her past and her present were spinning around all tangled in knots and Charlotte now couldn’t tell which was which. And just who was Lauren and Monica? How did she get their numbers? How did they get hers? Both questions only added more to her confusion. Charlotte, now in her pink nightgown, crawled into her bed and clutched Bobo tight by her side. It felt strange going to bed at 4:30 in the afternoon, but she needed plenty of rest for the marathon, since she needed to be up at 2 in the morning. She never bothered to put on a Depends Night Defense as she figured that she could just make it to the toilet like she always does. Afterall, these frequent accidents had to be only a phase. A phase? She hoped that it was a phase. “Don’t you think it’s a phase, Bobo?” she asked her wise stuffed friend. “WHAT? What do you mean it’s not a phase? Bobo, I thought that you were wise. You are? What you just told me wasn’t. You know me, Bobo. This is only a phase, and I do not wet the bed.” Charlotte tossed and turned in her bed as her mind shifted back to the suspicious acquaintances on her cell phone. Lauren. Monica. Why do those names suddenly seem so familiar now? This was beginning to both frighten and confuse Charlotte. It frightened her since she somehow felt a familiarity and strong connection with both of them. It confused her since she somehow still knew that she never met the two girls in her life. But these strange memories of them were beginning to fill her mind. At first, she thought that the memories were her spending time with Lexi and Maya. But as she tried to visualize each flashback, the two girls looked different. There was something different about them, and she knew that they were not Lexi or Maya. They were two strangers that she was now spending time with. The memories now reminding her of a past that she never remembered. Because, Charlotte thought, this past never even happened. “But Lexi…and Maya…” she thought. “What about them?” She tried to recall any memory that she ever had spending time with Lexi and Maya. Her brain hurt. Nothing. She could not remember anything with these two girls. “Did I never spend time with Lexi or Maya in the first place?” she thought. “I don’t even know anymore…” Charlotte embraced Bobo tighter as her mind continued to spin around in a carousel of confusion. But the carousel began to stop spinning as Bobo’s smile calmed Charlotte. That Bobo knew how to be happy, and maybe that’s all Charlotte needed to be right now. Sure, there are some weird things going on right now, but she decided to put it on hold for now. She needed to get her rest. She had a marathon to run. Charlotte’s eyes pinched shut as her restless mind that was once filled to the brim with confusion was now finally empty. Charlotte was roused awake to a jingling sound coming from her cell phone. It was her alarm. The time read 2:00 AM. Charlotte rolled around, feeling something…moist. She felt it all around her back and her waist, and even down her legs. But all of it felt cold. She yanked back the covers and glanced down at the fitted sheet. There was a wet patch that covered the entire middle section of the bed. As she got up, she could feel the moist nightgown stick right to her skin around her legs. She tugged on her nightgown to peel the sodden garment free from her legs. But when she stood on the carpet, the soaked part fused right back onto her leg. Charlotte could not believe it. She actually wet the bed. And it was not just a little puddle, either. The puddle covered the middle section of her bed, and her nightgown was soaked from top to bottom. Charlotte was mortified, shocked, and ashamed. Drops of urine dripped onto the carpeting as she walked out of her bedroom. She hurried into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. “I cannot believe it!” Charlotte panicked. “I am not a bedwetter! The last time I wet the bed was when I was five! FIVE!!!!” Tears of frustration ran down her cheeks as she removed the sodden nightgown, having to peel off the saturated portions that clung to her skin. And to her frustration, her bra was also soaked. She removed her bra, piling it on top of her soiled nightgown. Then her panties. They were the most soaked, so those took the same effort in removing that she spent on the nightgown. Charlotte wasted no time getting into the shower to wash all of her accident off of her. She scrubbed her breasts, her arms, her hands, her chest, her stomach, her waist, her pelvis, her vagina, and then her legs and butt. With her skin spending the whole night soaking in pee, it was a little red and irritated, so she carefully cleaned the tender skin. This was not supposed to happen. In all the years that she has lived, she has never wet the bed as an adult. So why was it happening now? What was it? It was…It was…A frustrating mystery. A mystery that Charlotte the Super Sleuth would have to solve. All she needed were the clues to solve the mystery. “Is it?” she questioned out loud. “My age?” Charlotte was 29 when she arrived at Langford in mid-August. Something strange was making her younger, since she was now 20. Could that same thing be causing her bladder problems? ‘Hmm…Maybe….It could be.’ Super Sleuth Charlotte would solve the case as she never gave up on a mystery. ‘It was like…what? Yeah! That show! Blue’s Clues!’ While Charlotte didn’t watch Blue’s Clue’s anymore, she could remember watching it all the time as a little girl. She was very good at finding all the clues. Now, she had to find all the clues to solve her own mystery. For now, she had to finish getting ready. Charlotte stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in two towels. But as she walked into her bedroom, her mother was there, glancing at the bed sheets. “Charlotte sweetie…” Darcy said with a disappointed look on her face. “You didn’t wear your Depends. Haven’t we talked about this before? Now you have been fighting me on this a lot lately. If you don’t wear your nighttime underwear, you wet the bed. See? Your bedding is now totally soaked and I’m going to have to strip off the bedding and get it into the washer before we go to the marathon. It’s a good thing that the mattress protector is on there. That mattress would’ve been ruined from that accident. Charlie dear, try to remember to wear your Depends to bed, okay?” Charlotte’s face turned red. “Mom, old people wear those…Depends!” Darcy frowned and shook her head. “No dear. They’re not just for old people. There are actually a lot of women that have bladder issues. Now, how many times do we have to repeat this same discussion? We have a half hour before you need to go. Get into your racing gear, Char.” Charlotte watched her mother strip the soiled bedding off and waited for her to leave before she began to get into her gear. She put everything on. Her sports bra, her tank top, her panties, her shorts, her tab socks, her headband, her sunglasses (for when the sun comes out), and the piece de resistance: her running shoes. Charlotte sat at the foot of her bed and smiled as she slipped her feet into the shoes. The warmth from the shoes. The warmth that traveled from her feet, up her legs, and into her heart before filling her whole body. It felt…good. It felt…right. Charlotte was at home in her running shoes. And as often as she used them, they surprisingly looked brand new. Charlotte agreed with her mother to meet at a McDonald’s on the way to the marathon. Charlotte would order a breakfast that would give her the 2,600 calories that she needed to run the whole race. One big breakfast, two sausage McGriddles, two hash browns, one large orange juice, and one large mocha brewed coffee with extra syrup. And with all those fluids, she would definitely want to use the bathroom before the race. And to offset the dehydration from the coffee, Charlotte had two stainless steel 24 ounce bottles filled with ice cold water ready. One would be before the race, and one would be after the race. Charlotte was stopped at a 24-hour McDonald’s that was halfway to San Francisco. She ate her high calorie breakfast and drank all her orange juice. She saved the coffee for her car and would be sipping it all the way to the starting line of the Labor Day Marathon in San Francisco. Charlotte arrived at Embarcadero Plaza and parked in the parking lot. There was some slowdown when she arrived in San Francisco, so it was smart for her to arrive early. The time was 4:02 AM, and the lineup for the race would begin in a little more than 10 minutes. Charlotte exited her Lexus, feeling the cool and crisp air of the early morning. As she began to walk towards the starting line with her water bottle, a large white stretch limousine pulled into the parking lot. ‘Now who is this?’ Charlotte wondered. Was there someone famous that was running the marathon? The driver of the limousine exited and opened the passenger door of the limousine. Charlotte began to walk towards the starting line when she was met with an interruption from behind her. “Charlotte!” She turned around to see a woman slightly taller than her with blond hair done up in a nice braided ponytail. She was wearing a very fancy white dress with white slippers. It was as if Cinderella stepped out of her stagecoach to greet Charlotte. Tagging along with her was a woman that was exactly the same height as Charlotte. She had brown hair that she wore down that ran two inches below her neck. She wore a frilly orange dress with matching orange slippers. The girl with the orange dress sighed. “Charlotte, didn’t you get any of our texts?” “Monica,” the white dressed girl sighed. “I’m sure that Charlotte has a reason as to why she hasn’t responded to us. Don’t you, Charlotte?” Charlotte was flabbergasted. Both of the girls looked very familiar, but she couldn’t quite put a finger on who they were. She knew that the orange-dressed girl was Monica. ‘Wait. Monica?’ She checked her texts. ‘So this is the same Monica?’ She glanced at the white dress girl. “And who are you?” “Very funny, Charlotte.” The woman said with a grin. “I’m Lauren Ashcroft and this is Monica Swanson. We’ve only been your friends since the first grade. Now I know that you’re being funny right now, but we can save the comedy routine for later, okay?” Charlotte was dumbfounded. Just who were these two girls and how did she know them so well? According to what Lauren just said, they have been friends since the first grade. “So we have all been friends since the first grade?” she asked them. Lauren shook her head. “No. You were in the third grade when we first met. Don’t you remember? We were in the Langford Junior Trail Blazers and both Lexi and Maya co-taught the class.” Charlotte gasped. Lexi? Maya? So her best friends taught her cross country running when she was in the third grade? Everything just kept getting stranger and stranger. So this was how she met them? Monica grinned. “Yes Char. We always looked up to you in the Junior Trail Blazers since you were a couple years older than us. So we all decided to become friends.” Charlotte nodded. “Um…okay? Well, I hate to break it to you both. Those dresses are not suitable for running in.” “Again with the comedy!” Lauren said with a smirk. “Didn’t you read those texts? We’re going to watch you run the marathon! We’re going to be at the finish line with your mom and your cousins. Now, I think that you should begin lining up. We’ll talk later. Good luck!” Monica nodded. “We’ll definitely talk since we’re totally going to hang out later. See you at the finish line, bestie!” Both Lauren and Monica walked beside Charlotte, making their way towards the crowd that was forming off the roads while Charlotte was walking towards the street where the marked course was. Her marathon bib was pinned to the front of her pink sport tank top. The bib was sky blue with the name “CHARLOTTE” in white letters. Her number, which was 22879, was in bold white font. Her black hair was done in a tight braided ponytail, with her headband securing it. Charlotte saw the starting line and was about to approach it when she felt a strong need to pee. Then she felt a pain in her stomach, followed by a loud churning sound. Not only did she have to pee, but she had to poop even worse. Fortunately, there were a row of port-a-pottys right near the starting line. Charlotte found a vacant port-a-potty and scurried in, locking the door behind her. She lowered her panties and shorts at the same time and sat down. She began peeing a stream, and made her deposit, hearing a few thick logs plop into the holding tank inside the port-a-potty. About 10 minutes later, she finished wiping and used the foaming hand soap that was provided. Once outside, she washed her hands off at a washing station, with water that was dispensed by pumping it with her feet. Now clean and with an empty bladder, Charlotte walked onto the road towards the starting line, where she now saw hundreds of runners beginning to line up. Minutes later, it swelled into thousands. Finally, it was the last 20 minutes before the marathon started. Charlotte had to pee again, so she rushed into a port-a-potty to go one last time. At around 5:10 AM, a loud voice came over the loudspeaker. “Hello? Can I have everyone’s attention?” the male announcer asked. The crowds of runners all began to quiet as they heard the announcer’s voice. “Thank you. The San Francisco Labor Day marathon will be starting in just 4 minutes. The race will begin at the sound of the horn, and anyone who crosses that line before the horn WILL be disqualified. No unsportsmanlike conduct, receiving outside assistance, possessing prohibited items or leaving the course. The front of your bib must be worn on the outside layer of your clothing and must be visible at all times. And any runner found using a refunded bib WILL be disqualified. You all have six hours to complete the marathon. Failure to complete the marathon within this time will result in disqualification. Aid stations will be available for every two and a half miles of the course, so all runners can feel free to help themselves to a cup of water. After the water is finished, runners must dispose of their cups properly in any of the waste bins provided at each aid station. Any runner caught littering will be disqualified. Participant medals will be given to every finisher, and the top three finishers will receive a digital 3D award that will be emailed to them. To everyone participating in this marathon, I wish you all the best of luck. Runners, take your marks.” Charlotte was in the process of finishing her pre-running stretches to warm up her muscles. She then alternated both legs up and down on the paved road near the starting line. It was now 5:14, with about 10 seconds left. “Runners get ready.” The announcer said. “On your mark, get set….” A loud horn was blasted, indicating the start of the race. Charlotte and the thousands of other runners began to run. Right after the blast of the horn, Charlotte started her stopwatch and was running, already passing numerous runners. Charlotte was expecting her world to disappear around her like it usually did. But that didn’t happen this time. Instead, Charlotte was sprinting, passing numerous runners every second. And to her surprise, she was already passing the Transamerica Pyramid. Shortly after that, she passed the Coit Tower, which marked her very first mile. At that point, her stopwatch read 5:20. Charlotte could not believe it. She was actually running a mile in under 5 minutes and 25 seconds. That was her record, but she now easily broke it by five seconds. The number of runners that she passed kept getting fewer and fewer as she pressed forward. By the time that she passed the third mile at Fort Mason, there were only two runners ahead of her. She maintained her speed and passed the first one. Then, when she entered the fourth mile in the Presidio of San Francisco, she finally passed the first-place runner. An African American male that looked to be in his late 20’s. When the man saw that he was passed by her, he gasped. “Wow! I can’t believe it! You got some talent, ma’am!” Everyone in the crowds were going wild as they watched Charlotte continue to increase her distance between herself and the man that she just passed. After two more miles, Charlotte decided to grab a paper cup of water from the aid station. She ran towards the station and grabbed the cup, while still maintaining her pace. It was a shock to see thousands of runners behind her now. For her, it was always seeing people in front of her. But wait! Did she really run those other five marathons, or was it all a dream? Charlotte tried to remember those marathons, but her memory of them was very hazy. ‘That’s strange. I ran them! Didn’t I?’ But from what her mother said in eavesdropping on her, this was Charlotte’s first marathon. And if these strange events were happening as they were, it was as if Charlotte never ran the previous five marathons. Only the fantasy marathons that she ran in various cities around the world during her practice runs. The seventh mile was right before the crossing of the Golden Gate Bridge. Charlotte crossed the bridge, empty paper cup in hand, still maintaining her 5:20 pace. After crossing the bridge and the eighth mile, Charlotte found another aid station. She threw away her cup in the waste bin and quickly grabbed another full one without breaking her pace. She circled around the Golden Gate National Recreation area and doubled back towards the second crossing of the Golden Gate Bridge. Mile by mile, Charlotte kept running, never losing her pace for a single second. And even at this pace, Charlotte felt like she could go faster, but she didn’t. She simply maintained her pace since she felt that it was just right. By mile 15, she picked up a new cup of water at a nearby aid station and entered the downtown area. She disposed of her water at an aid station in Golden Gate Park and crossed her 17th mile. She then circled Stow Lake to cross mile 18. After that was mile 19. After she crossed mile 20 at Haight Ashbury, a rather unpleasant feeling began to creep into Charlotte’s groin area. She had to…no. ‘Not now!’ Charlotte had to pee. And with only 6.2 more miles to go, she could not stop for a bathroom break. Charlotte’s urge to pee worsened as she continued for another mile. She was running down Laguna street, past another aid station. But as she turned on the 22nd mile on 16th street, her bladder reached its absolute breaking point. “Oh…oh no…..ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhooooooooohh!!!” Her body gave Charlotte no warning as torrents of pee began to flow out of her, soaking her shorts and splashing urine along the trail that she was running. Her pee trail continued for a while until her bladder was completely empty. Then the remaining pee ran down her legs and hit the surface of the road in small droplets. Charlotte could feel the uncomfortable moisture in her groin area as she continued to run without stopping. Then it hit her. She had to run the remaining 4.2 miles completely saturated in pee. Those last miles were miserable as each one felt more and more uncomfortable. The moist fabric from her panties and shorts were chafing badly, making Charlotte wince in discomfort. Charlotte then passed her 26th mile after passing Oracle Park. The chafing of her wet shorts was driving her crazy and really starting to hurt. Then…. Finally. Charlotte saw the finish line. Just before it, she saw her mother in the distance, with Aunt Darlene, Uncle Daniel, Heather, Allison, some of her other friends, Lauren, and Monica. Darlene’s face became that of shock when she saw her daughter with sopping wet shorts. That, she knew, was not sweat. Her poor daughter peed herself. But Charlotte’s eyes were now fixed on the finish line. The crowd cheered as Charlotte broke through the tape with an impressive time of 2:19:38.76. Charlotte looked down at her soaked shorts after she finished. While Charlotte was supposed to be happy about finishing first, all she could think about was what had just happened. Charlotte peed herself while running, and thousands of people in the audience saw her do this. And many thousands more on TV. “Oh my God!” Charlotte cried, as streams of tears began to run down her face. For Charlotte, this was not a time for celebration. If anything, Charlotte only hoped that she would not die from embarrassment. 2
Mary Moon Posted November 5, 2024 Posted November 5, 2024 The magic of the shoes is also affecting Charlotte's mind and she is losing her memories of her previous life. I didn't expect a regression of 7 years, I hope Charlotte doesn't regress too much, i would prefer a story where she remains at least a young adult. Her bladder problems are getting worse, and now it seems even her belly is starting to betray her. Now in addition to the changing reality, she also has to face the humiliation of having wet herself publicly. The strange thing is that in this reality she who was a modest athlete, has now become a champion. Right now i don't know how Charlotte can get out of this situation, especially now that her mind is starting to forget her old life, and the shoes seem to stun her. They are strange objects that resemble a curse, but atypical, because there are both negative sides such as age regression, changes in reality, but at the same time now she has transformed into an athletic champion who even beats men. Then there is the story of incontinence that seems out of line with 27 and 20 years old. I'm really enjoying this story because it seems like the plot of those old TV series like "The Twilight Zone"
PamperedPrince Posted November 5, 2024 Author Posted November 5, 2024 3 hours ago, Mary Moon said: The magic of the shoes is also affecting Charlotte's mind and she is losing her memories of her previous life. I didn't expect a regression of 7 years, I hope Charlotte doesn't regress too much, i would prefer a story where she remains at least a young adult. Her bladder problems are getting worse, and now it seems even her belly is starting to betray her. Now in addition to the changing reality, she also has to face the humiliation of having wet herself publicly. The strange thing is that in this reality she who was a modest athlete, has now become a champion. Right now i don't know how Charlotte can get out of this situation, especially now that her mind is starting to forget her old life, and the shoes seem to stun her. They are strange objects that resemble a curse, but atypical, because there are both negative sides such as age regression, changes in reality, but at the same time now she has transformed into an athletic champion who even beats men. Then there is the story of incontinence that seems out of line with 27 and 20 years old. I'm really enjoying this story because it seems like the plot of those old TV series like "The Twilight Zone" Yes. It's very much looking very Twilight Zone-esqe. Stay tuned. Another one is on its way... 😄 1
kerry Posted November 5, 2024 Posted November 5, 2024 On 11/3/2024 at 2:12 PM, PamperedPrince said: Do you have any idea how much a pair of running shoes like this cost?” I'd imagine she would...if she had just bought a pair to give to Charlotte. 🙂
Mary Moon Posted November 5, 2024 Posted November 5, 2024 I am of the opinion that the shoes distortedly satisfy the unconscious desires of the owner. The lady in the shop wanted to satisfy her customer and sold them, Charlotte's mother wanted to get closer to her daughter and regrets the time when Charlotte lived with her. Charlotte, on the other hand, despite her fame and wealth, is not happy, she feels lonely and regrets having missed the opportunity with that boy her friend was talking about and in addition she does not feel competitive in athletics. Obviously now Charlotte is the most affected by the shoes because she is always in contact with them and continues to wear them, while for example the influence on her mother is more limited
PamperedPrince Posted November 5, 2024 Author Posted November 5, 2024 40 minutes ago, kerry said: I'd imagine she would...if she had just bought a pair to give to Charlotte. 🙂 That, and she paid for all of Charlotte's schooling. What's a pair of expensive shoes? 34 minutes ago, Mary Moon said: I am of the opinion that the shoes distortedly satisfy the unconscious desires of the owner. The lady in the shop wanted to satisfy her customer and sold them, Charlotte's mother wanted to get closer to her daughter and regrets the time when Charlotte lived with her. Charlotte, on the other hand, despite her fame and wealth, is not happy, she feels lonely and regrets having missed the opportunity with that boy her friend was talking about and in addition she does not feel competitive in athletics. Obviously now Charlotte is the most affected by the shoes because she is always in contact with them and continues to wear them, while for example the influence on her mother is more limited That's a pretty good guess. Now for the next chapter... Chapter 8 Words were not enough to describe the level of embarrassment that Charlotte was experiencing right now. Crowds that were around her were in shock. And those that were the nearest to Charlotte could clearly see the entirety of her shorts soaked with her untimely accident. Charlotte simply just wanted to disappear. To vanish off the face of the earth. To be dissolved into a puddle and melt into nothingness. Anything but be pitied by the thousands of onlookers that had a chance to see Charlotte’s proudest and at the same time, worst moment of her life. And the pain! Just running 4.2 miles in totally soaked panties and shorts was enough running to badly chafe her skin, causing a very bad rash around her legs. The mixture of sweat and urine did nothing to alleviate the soreness that she was feeling around her groin. One male news anchor approached her to interview her, but when he saw the soaked shorts, he hesitated. “I’m sorry, miss!” He told her. “You go and take care of that, but we will want to interview you since you won.” Darcy didn’t waste another second in running up to her daughter, holding some kind of bag for her. “Char honey, I’m sorry that had to happen out there. Here. I packed you a bag with a change of clothes in it.” Charlotte was already publicly embarrassed so she didn’t care if she hugged her mother in front of everyone. She tightly embraced her mother, crying in her arms. “How did you know?” She whispered. Darcy rubbed Charlotte’s back and gave her a smile. “Mom’s know, sweetie. Now go and change, my lovely Charlie Darlie.” Charlotte was surprised that her mother used a nickname like that. Her mother hasn’t used that since she was little. Charlotte should’ve felt embarrassed from being called that, but she wasn’t. All she could think about was getting out of the crowd and changing into some dry clothes. And that is just what Charlotte did. She grabbed the bag from her mother and made a quick dash into a portable stall. She removed all her soaked clothes and wiped herself with toilet paper to get any excess moisture off of her. She then changed into the new clothes: A pink bra, a mint green camisole, a dry pair of pink panties, and a matching mint green skirt. She piled all the soaked clothes into the plastic bag that was with her dry clothes and zipped up the bag. Charlotte left the stall, still wincing a little bit from the soreness that she felt from the rash. Charlotte walked back to where her family and friends were and handed the bag back to her mother. Both Lauren and Monica were very quick to hug Charlotte, showering her in the affection that she needed. “That was an amazing race, Charlotte!” Lauren said with a proud smile. “First place? That is just great!” “None of the other runners even stood a chance!” Monica said with a laugh. Darcy nodded. “Yes Charlotte. I am very proud of you. I am so happy that my baby won the San Francisco Labor Day marathon!” Heather, who was right by Darlene smiled. “You won the race, Charlotte! You won the race!” Charlotte smiled at her four-year-old cousin. “I did, Heather. Maybe you can run in a big race like this someday.” Heather nodded. “I will run in big race and I will WIN!” Darlene smiled. “That’s so cute. With how you’re running now, Heather bee, you definitely will. Now Heather, does someone need a fresh Pull-Up?” Darcy gave Darlene a nod. “So you’re taking a break with her?” Darlene nodded. “Yes. It’s easier to have her in Pull-Up’s when we’re traveling. She’ll go back to her training underwear at home.” Just then, Allison woke up from her nap and began to cry. Darlene began to sniff next to where Allison was and found out why. “Ew!” Heather shouted. “My sister smells bad!” Darlene nodded. “Yes dear.” She sat Allison in the stroller and motioned Heather to get in the second seat. “Get in. We’re going back to the car to change your sister and get you into a new Pull-Up.” Heather did as she was told and sat in the second seat of the stroller. Like Charlotte was at that age, Heather was on the smaller side. Darlene wheeled both her daughters in the stroller and glanced back at Darcy. “We’re leaving the marathon after this. See you all back at home!” A news reporter then glanced at Charlotte. “And we have Charlotte Warren here, first place finisher of the San Francisco Marathon. What do you have to say Charlotte?” Charlotte shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. It feels…good?” Charlotte didn’t really have much more to say, considering that she was still shaken from the accident. That, and being in front of thousands of people made it very hard for her to process everything. Darcy then handed Charlotte a participation medal. “They gave me this, since they saw you run into the bathroom. You were supposed to grab the medal after crossing the finish line, but you had your emergency.” Charlotte glanced at her cell phone. It was only 7:48 in the morning. With the race over, it was time to head home and get freshened up. Both Lauren and Monica approached Charlotte before she entered her Lexus. “Char, when you clean up, don’t forget about our sleepover.” Monica reminded her. Lauren nodded. “Yes. We can celebrate your first-place victory in the marathon!” Charlotte nodded. “Where are we going? Your place or Monica’s?” Monica smiled. “My place! If you would’ve read all the texts, you would have known this already! Well, you probably feel gross even in those dry clothes.” Lauren nodded. “Take a long shower and we’ll stop by later to pick you up. We’ll be arriving in my limo.” Charlotte frowned. “What about Monica’s car?” Monica laughed. “What are you talking about? We always ride in Lauren’s limo! Yeah, I have my own car, but Lauren always offers me a ride in her limo.” “It’s because I’m so NICE!” Lauren said, laughing as she gave Monica a playful jab. “Well Charlotte, we’ll see you back at your place when you’re ready! I’m taking Monica to my father’s mansion so I can pack for the sleepover.” “Don’t you mean your mansion?” Monica joked. “No!” Lauren said, smiling. “I don’t own the Ashcroft Estate! The deed is in my father’s name!” “Fine…” Monica said, sighing while still smiling. “You always have to be so FORMAL!” “And you always have to be so goofy!” Lauren countered. “Get in the limo, Monica.” “Right away, Miss Ashcroft…Esquire!” “I’m not a lawyer!” Lauren shouted, as she gently dragged Monica into the limousine. Charlotte waved goodbye and got into her Lexus. On the way back, Charlotte thought about the sleepover that she was going to have later. Wasn’t she supposed to have another sleepover? Which one was that? It was, it was….hmmm….Was it some kind of make-up sleepover? With Lexi and Maya? Oddly enough, Charlotte couldn’t remember anything from the sleepover that she had with Lexi. Everything was getting all fuzzy as she could not remember a single detail. Another thing that shocked Charlotte was that she couldn’t remember most of her modeling career now. Most of her past modeling shoots were out of her memory now. Even the first five marathons that she ran. Try as she might, she couldn’t remember a single one now. But for some odd reason, she was somehow beginning to remember more things about Lauren and Monica. It was like she knew them as her best friends now instead of Lexi and Maya, who Lauren said taught the Junior Trailblazers. Her mind was now filling up with so many memories from Lauren and Monica that she was convinced that Lexi and Maya might have been confused for her best friends that she knew all along. But Charlotte’s mind suddenly wandered back to an issue that she had continually ruminated over. In the deepest recesses of her mind, Charlotte just knew that she was 29 years old and she was a successful supermodel. She was making more money than she could ever dream of making. But somehow, Charlotte was a decade younger at just 20 years old. She was not even old enough to buy and consume alcohol now. And if Charlotte was really 20 again, then it became very clear to her that she was still very new in her modelling career. This would explain the different outfits that she had in her overnight bag when she was at her Aunt Darlene’s. But still, there was something. Something that Charlotte just couldn’t explain. The aging…It was like aging but in reverse. It…something. It was….It was…something. What was the mystery behind this? “I am a Super Sleuth!” Charlotte declared in her mind. “I will….I will solve this mystery. It will be solved, and I can return to my original age.” Charlotte hoped that she could solve whatever it was that was behind her becoming younger two different times now. 27 wasn’t that much of a setback, but 20 was a total wakeup call. The alcohol that Charlotte regularly enjoyed could not be consumed anymore. And…”I have to get back!” Charlotte told herself. “My friends….who are they again? L….l…Lexi? And M……..m-m-Maya?” Charlotte almost forgot those names, even though she only had a sleepover with them just two weeks ago. Charlotte pulled her Lexus sedan into the driveway back in Langford. She had to wait a few minutes longer for her mother to unlock the house, so she parked in a spot where she wouldn’t be blocking her mother in. Minutes later, her mother’s red Toyota 4Runner made a gentle approach into the driveway, as the garage door opened. Charlotte got out and entered the garage as her mother was parking the 4Runner in the garage. Charlotte reached for the door to the house as the door to the 4Runner opened. “Char sweetie? I want to tell you again just how proud I am of you, dear.” Darcy tried to avoid anything pertaining to her daughter’s public humiliation during the end of the marathon. She went even as far as to keep the duffel bag filled with her daughter’s soaked clothes in the car until Charlotte was out of sight to take care of it. “I’ll wash her clothes later,” she thought. Then it hit her. The sleepover! “Char, don’t forget!” Darcy reminded her daughter, trying to be helpful. “You’re staying at Monica’s tonight.” Charlotte sighed. “Mom, I already know! Why do you have to remind me?” Darcy frowned. “I’m just trying to be helpful, my love. Again, you did WONDERFUL in that marathon. First place? You’re going to be on the news, Charlie! I heard the gossip just as you left. You beat a marathon runner that always finishes first. His name is Anthony Jacobs. He couldn’t believe that he got second place this time. Also, an athletic brand wants to partner with you. They were trying to find you, but you had already left. Think of what this will do for your modeling career, honey!” Charlotte smiled. It was probably Lululemon, since that’s what she was wearing anyway (except for her running shoes). All she could do was glance back at her mother with a nod. “That’s great, mom. I will surely be in contact with them.” Then Charlotte could faintly smell something. It smelled like…dried pee. Gross. “I still need to get a shower!” Charlotte thought to herself. And…Charlotte could still feel the pain from the rash that developed from earlier. “Okay mom! I gotta clean up!” Charlotte rushed upstairs and entered the bathroom. She stripped off her change of clothes and began her shower. The hot stream of water that flowed out of the shower soothed most of Charlotte’s body. What it didn’t soothe was a red rashy area that was concentrated around her crotch and vagina. The redness was even around her legs, and the hot water burned her sensitive skin, even though it didn’t hurt the rest of her body. Charlotte winced as she scrubbed the sensitive parts of herself clean, before scrubbing her face, neck, chest, breasts, areola, belly, arms, hands, fingers, and hair. She also took time to shave a very thin layer of pubic hair around the triangular part of her body. This was painful, because of the rash. She again noticed that her physical features were more finely tuned than when she was 27. While in the shower, Charlotte couldn’t help but think of the sleepover. What was she going to do at Monica’s? It felt both strange and familiar that she was going over there with Lauren tagging along. How is this supposed to be normal? What clues could Charlotte find to solve the mystery? “Every mystery has clues,” Charlotte thought. And maybe, just maybe, Charlotte may discover those clues tonight to solve the mystery and get back to her normal age. But the clues needed to be found first. Then she could formulate a plan to get back to normal. Neither of her friends could help in this, as none of them are aware that any of this was happening to her. Why, her own mother wasn’t even aware that she was now 9 years younger! “To her, I am 20 and I have never been any older,” she said in a frightened gasp. Charlotte finished up and stepped out of the shower. She wrapped two towels around herself and went directly to her room. Once there, she dressed herself in a white bra, a pink crop top, a pink miniskirt, and pink panties. She then began to pack her things for the sleepover. She decided not to pack any of the Depend Night Defense garments, as she already had her own plan to not wet the bed this time. But just as she was about to zip up her overnight bag, her mother entered the room. “All ready for the sleepover, Char?” Darcy asked her. She glanced at her daughter with a look of concern. As much as she didn’t want to invade her daughter’s privacy, she just finished putting her bedding in the dryer, and was beginning to worry about her sleeping over at Monica’s. Did Charlotte pack her nighttime protection? She really didn’t want to pry, but she needed to ease her doubts about whether or not her daughter packed her protective underwear. The last thing that she wanted was for her to wet the bed at Monica’s house. Sure, it was a spare bedroom, but she could ruin a mattress from soaking it. “Char dear? Can I have a look at your overnight bag?” Charlotte’s face reddened in embarrassment as her mother unzipped her bag all the way. Her privacy was being invaded and she was being inspected like a wanted criminal. “Charlotte Marie!” Darcy scolded. “I don’t see your protective underwear in there, honey.” Darcy pulled open a drawer where half of it was filled with the nighttime undergarments. She took two out and stuffed them in Charlotte’s bag. “There you go, sweetie. I don’t want you wetting the bed at Monica’s.” Charlotte scowled. “Mom! I don’t need them!” Darcy pointed her finger at the bare mattress, with the mattress protector covering it. “You say that, honey. But I am now drying your bedding that you soaked last night. You have only had two dry nights this week and one dry night the week before. Please don’t argue with me about this. You are staying over at your friend Monica’s, who probably doesn’t even have a mattress protector on the bed you’re sleeping in. How would she feel if you wet the bed? Please wear them, honey. I know it’s hard to have that problem but remember Charlie honey. I love you and I care about you very much. Now I’m going to want to see only one of them in there when you return. Also try to be dry. Don’t just use them because you’re wearing them. Try to get up and use the toilet. And definitely use it before bed, okay?” Charlotte sighed. She felt like she was being treated like a child. “Mom, I will! Can you please treat me like an adult?” Darcy smiled. “I AM treating you like an adult, dear. And part of being an adult is not arguing with me about a medical problem that you have. I’m sure that you’ll have fun over at Monica’s. Let me know how it goes!” Just then, a loud honk could be heard from outside. “They’re here!” Charlotte shouted. “I’ll let you know, okay?” Before she left, she realized that her overnight bag was not zipped up. The nighttime Depends were clearly visible, so she zipped up the bag quickly, not wanting anything else to embarrass her. “Bye mom!” Charlotte made quick paces out of her room and walked down the stairs, feeling the warm comfort from her running shoes. She opened the door to see both Lauren and Monica standing there, both dressed in miniskirts. Lauren greeted Charlotte with a warm hug. “How’s my champion runner doing?” Monica tapped Charlotte on the shoulder. “Really Char. We’re proud of your first marathon finish today. First place? The social media is going crazy!” “And you finished FAST, Charlotte,” Lauren added. “Just look! It’s only 9:48 in the morning! The marathon is still going on until 11:15.” Monica smiled as she glanced at the limousine parked on the street near the driveway. She then glanced at Charlotte’s overnight bag. “Are you ready for a fun sleepover, Char?” Charlotte nodded and also noticed the white limo idling near the driveway. “Are we taking the limo?” Lauren nodded. “Don’t be silly, Charlotte. We always take my limo. It’s the least that I can do for my two best friends in the world.” Lauren reached both her arms out to hug both Charlotte and Monica at the same time. The driver’s window rolled down automatically to reveal a man elegantly dressed in a tuxedo. “Are we ready, Miss Ashcroft?” Lauren nodded. “We certainly are, Jarvis. Just like we discussed. We’re going right to Monica’s.” “Very good, Miss Ashcroft.” Jarvis said with a widening grin. “Now if Miss Swanson and Miss Warren could join Miss Ashcroft in entering the limousine, we can all be on our merry way. The door’s open so please watch your step.” Lauren nodded, and politely let both Charlotte and Monica enter the limo first, while Jarvis got out and circled around to stand next to where the girls were entering. After Lauren entered the limousine, Jarvis closed the door and returned to the driver’s seat. He closed the door and shifted the gear to drive, now enroute to Monica’s place. The girls all chatted and giggled amongst themselves as the limousine made the short drive up a steep hill before turning onto a road that had no houses visible. Just driveways that led into wooded areas before reaching a dead end at each respective gate. This was Millionaire’s Row, and both sides of the street were lined with mansions that had properties that each averaged 15 or more acres. At the end of the seemingly endless rows of mansions was the Langford School. The stretch limo began making a wide turn into a driveway that had an entrance and an exit. It drove through the entrance, where both the entrance and exit merged together to form a widening private road. The private road continued for a while before reaching a dead end at the gate. Jarvis rolled down the window to exchange glances with the gate attendant, who immediately recognized him and pressed a button to open the gate. The limo drove in, continuing down the richly paved road. The scenery immediately changed, and the wooded area widened to show a sprawling two story estate, with a large semicircle road circling a large fountain, with stonework featuring knights on either side, with what looked like the Swanson family crest proudly displayed in front of the fountain. Charlotte was filled with goosebumps as she gazed around at the sprawling acreage that was her best friend’s estate that Monica had lived in since her childhood. The goosebumps were there because Charlotte, as strange as it was, somehow remembered this place. And it wasn’t just one visit. It was many visits as memories from her rewritten past began to flood Charlotte’s mind. The foyer. The dining room. The private movie theater. And…the swimming pool. All of these memories were somehow being awakened inside Charlotte. But how? In the back of Charlotte’s mind, she somehow still knew that she originally hung out with Lexi and Maya. But here she was, suddenly remembering numerous events that transpired while she was at Monica’s estate. A friend that she could never tell you a single detail about until just yesterday. This was another clue that she would have to remember in solving the mystery. Somehow, both Lauren and Monica were living clues that might explain the reason for her reverse aging. Were they somehow responsible? Charlotte might argue that one of them could possess magical powers, but Charlotte didn’t believe in magic. Sooner or later, Charlotte knew that she needed to write all of these details down in a notebook, as this was needed to sort everything out in her determined efforts to solve this mystery. Charlotte’s mind continued to dwell on her fading memories of Lexi and Maya as the limo was circling onto the road that stretched almost the entire length of the mansion. Just how did she know them? She tried to recall any memory that she had with them, but everything was starting to get fuzzy. She now had no memory of the sleepover she had with Lexi a couple of weeks ago. It was….’I slept at….Lauren’s! Yeah…” The newly constructed memory successfully blocked any of Charlotte’s attempts to remember her original sleepover at Lexi’s. Charlotte glanced at both her friends and a haunting realization entered her mind. As impossible as it was, she was somehow convinced that she had always spent time with both Lauren and Monica. Because unbeknownst to Charlotte now, the new memories were winning, with the true memories retreating to the deepest recesses of Charlotte’s mind. Lauren Ashcroft. Monica Swanson. ‘These two are my best friends.’ She spoke in her mind as in a daze. ‘They always looked up to me and I grew up with them. We are…Yes. We are all besties. Besties for life.’ A very small part of Charlotte resented her blatant acceptance of the false memories that were becoming her new reality. But this small part of her was not enough to rouse her mind. It was as if Charlotte was being brainwashed. Completely reprogrammed to remember being with two friends that she never spent time with. Charlotte’s smile grew, as she glanced at both of her “besties for life”. For a brief moment, the slightest bit of confusion made a vain attempt to get Charlotte back to reality. But Charlotte shrugged it off and stared at her friends. “So, what are we going to do tonight?” But Monica responded to Charlotte’s question with a smirk. “Oh, you’ll see, Char. This is your special night. We don’t want to spoil the surprise…” The limo was now stopped, and Jarvis was opening the door for the three girls. “We have arrived,” Jarvis announced. “Don’t forget to grab your luggage before exiting.” He then made a focused stare at Lauren. “Now Miss Ashcroft. It has been agreed upon that I will be returning to the Swanson Estate at 10:00 AM tomorrow morning to escort both you and Miss Warren home. Did I get that right, Miss Ashcroft?” Lauren nodded. “Yes Jarvis, you did. Please report to my father and let him know that I am safely present at the Swanson Estate.” Jarvis nodded and gave her a dutiful smile. “Oh, I will, Miss Ashcroft! Mr. Ashcroft will be informed that you are safe here, my sweet miss. Have a wonderful morning, afternoon, and evening, Miss Ashcroft. The same goes for you two. Miss Swanson and Miss Warren.” Jarvis politely bowed and got back into the limousine. Charlotte began to advance towards the mansion with her luggage when Monica stopped her. “No no, Char!” Monica said, grabbing Charlotte by the arm. “Baxter will carry both yours and Lauren’s luggage to your rooms.” “Again with the silliness, Charlotte!” Lauren said, laughing. “Just how many sleepovers at Monica’s have you been to now?” “Too many to count!” Monica quickly interjected. “Just set your luggage down and Baxter will take care of it. There we go.” Moments later, a big burly man came and picked up both Charlotte’s and Lauren’s bags effortlessly before setting them onto a cart with a velvet lined surface. As Baxter was wheeling the luggage into the mansion, the three girls all entered the tall double doors which led into the foyer. “Now,” Monica announced as both girls fixed their gaze on her. “Who’s ready to go swimming?” Charlotte’s heart sank. She never bothered to pack a swimming suit so how was this going to work? A worried look filled her face as she glanced at Monica. “Um?” She began. “Let me guess.” Monica said with a jovial grin. “You forgot your suit, didn’t you Char? That’s no surprise. You seem to forget at every sleepover! But that’s no concern, right? You can borrow one of my suits. We’re still the same size and we have borrowed each other’s clothes since we were kids. We’re practically twins Char!” Lauren laughed at Monica’s joke. “It’s true! You’re both 5 foot 2 inches. You even have the same breast size!” Monica laughed. “Yeah. But I’m pretty sure that Char has packed her own bras. Now Char….” She continued, playfully poking Charlotte in the arms. “You didn’t forget to pack your bras, did you?” Charlotte knew that Monica was joking but she didn’t see the occasion suitable to entertain the joke. “Of course I remembered, Monica!” Charlotte said, returning a playful slap to Monica’s right arm. “What kind of a joke was THAT?” Monica nodded. “It’s cool, Char. You get to joke around with us. I think it’s only fair if I can play a joke or two.” Charlotte suddenly felt a strong pain in her groin. Once again, she really had to pee. Again? How? ‘I didn’t even drink that much!’ Charlotte mentally argued as she felt the discomfort in her grow more and more by the second. “Can I….use…” “The bathroom?” Monica finished. “Yes Char. We know about your weak bladder. Wouldn’t want you to piss in the pool. Besides, I need to find a totally awesome suit for you since we’re twinsies…See you in a few!” Charlotte nodded as she quickly scurried to the staircase, hoping and praying that she wouldn’t have another accident. “Please God…” Charlotte prayed. “Not another accident. Please…” Charlotte’s prayer seemed to have been answered as Charlotte somehow managed to keep the flow of pee shut as she hurried down the hallway at the top of the stairs heading into the west wing of the estate, where she stayed with her friends. She found the bathroom, which somehow seemed familiar to her now and closed the door. The floodgates were just beginning to open just as Charlotte pulled down her panties and sat on the toilet. “Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhsssssssssssssssgooood!” Charlotte sighed with relief as she heard the sound of her close call reverberate against the inside of the toilet bowl. She then felt a strong bowel movement, so she released a few logs of poop into the toilet as well. ‘Might as well save an extra trip to the bathroom.’ Charlotte thought to herself. Just as Charlotte was finishing her wiping, she heard a soft knock on the door. “Char? You’re not going to believe it, but I found a matching swimsuit. It’s the same size, so we can be twinsies for our late morning swim. I’ll leave it right outside the door so you can change into it when you’re done. Meet you at the pool!” “Okay!” Charlotte shouted as she wiped what she knew to be the last couple of wipes. The toilet paper was completely white now, despite her wiping. Charlotte flushed the toilet for the final time and washed her hands. After drying her hands and opening the door, Charlotte found an orange swimsuit lying on the floor. Charlotte grabbed the suit and carried it to the guest bedroom that she somehow remembered to be her room that she always stayed in, despite the fleeting reality that she never stayed here in her life. Once in the bedroom, Charlotte undressed herself and began to fit the cups of the top of the suit to her breasts. Both cups fit her perfectly. She then wrapped both laces of the top around her back and adjusted them until it was a snug fit. She then tied them into a bow and adjusted the laces in the front to join the two cups together until the fit felt right. When she felt that the support was right, she tied the front lacing together into a bow. The bottom piece was next. She folded both sides of the bottom piece so that it covered her in a triangular pattern around her crotch and butt. Like the top piece, she adjusted the lacing in the bottom on both sides and tied them together when the fit was right. She couldn’t believe it. Both pieces of the orange swimsuit fit her perfectly. Monica was not lying. Both Monica and her had the same sized body and cup size. Now dressed in her swimsuit, Charlotte left her bedroom and returned to the staircase. She descended it and walked down the middle hallway that was in the foyer between the west wing and east wing of the Swanson Estate. She entered the left door in the hallway to find a large indoor pool. There was an enclosed water slide that spiraled downward into the swimming pool. The slide was so tall that there was a set of stairs that led up to the top. Beside the pool was a large hot tub with enough room for at least 20 people. A sauna sat on one side of the pool with doors leading to a locker room on the other side. A male lifeguard vigilantly watched the poolside to ensure that the pool was safe at all times. When Charlotte entered, she could hear the shouts coming from the top of the water slide. “Twinsie! You look good in that!” Monica shouted. “Up here, Charlotte!” Lauren shouted, as she proudly sported her red two-piece swimsuit. Charlotte took the stairs up to join her friends, who were ready to slide down the water slide. Monica pressed a button that turned on the flume jets, which sprayed a steady stream of water that ran down the water slide. “It’s timed, Char so let’s get sliding! After you, my twin!” Charlotte was still amazed at how both she and Monica were wearing identical swimsuits. Her swimsuit not only fit her, but it fit her perfectly. And furthermore, Monica just so happened to have an identical orange suit in the exact same size. “Why two of the same suit?” Charlotte asked, almost laughing. Monica grinned. “Why not, Char? I loved that suit so much that I decided to buy a spare one! And you know what? It ended up working out! We’re both the same size and pretty similar in weight. You’re basically my twin from another mother! Now go! The jet only goes for five minutes.” Charlotte nodded and got in front of Monica. She stepped into the mini pool of water that submerged her legs and butt when she sat down. She held onto the thin metal bar above her, feeling the strong current of water spraying and splashing against her back. Monica gave her a nod of approval. “You got this, Char. Just let go of the bar when you’re ready to go down. Ready?” Charlotte nodded. “I’m ready!” Charlotte released her grip from the bar and swung herself forward. She was immediately swept down with the current of water. She entered the enclosed tube of the slide, which wound around gradually before spiraling downward towards the pool. The force of the water and speed of the current sent her splashing back and forth against the inside of the slide, screaming and squealing as she went. Seconds later, the tube enclosure opened with the last segments of the slide ending right over the pool. The stream of water pushed her off the slide and directly into the pool, with her splashing into it feet first in a sitting position. Charlotte waded over to the right side of the pool to find a safe vantage point to watch Lauren and Monica’s exit from the water slide. Monica was next, splashing into the pool with a loud squeal in the same manner as Charlotte did. Lauren splashed down next, but was shockingly silent, much to Charlotte’s surprise. “What’s wrong?” Charlotte asked Lauren. “I’m used to it.” Lauren told her. “This is a kiddy slide compared to the ones at Ashcroft Splash Village.” “Your family has their own water park?” Charlotte gasped. Monica laughed. “Didn’t you know, Char? A water park was struggling and was about to go out of business, but her dad bought the water park and turned it around. Now it’s one of the most successful water parks in Northern California! They did have to change their name, of course.” Lauren frowned. “Don’t you remember, Charlotte? We all went to that water park that summer before you started your Senior Year at Langford! And it was before we started our Sophomore Years. It’s okay. All that work with your modeling is affecting your memory.” Monica glanced up at the top of the water slide. “How about another go? I could do this a few more times!” “Me too!” Lauren said with excitement. “Yeah!” Charlotte said, looking satisfied. “Having your own private water slide is fun.” The three girls continued using the water slide to their heart’s content. After that, they took a dip in the hot tub before ending their pool session. After the girls all showered and changed back into their miniskirts, it was lunch time. The family chef prepared a platter of seafood sandwich sliders, served on brioche buns made with real crabmeat, lobster, mayonnaise, and sour cream. Lemon slices were also served to squeeze over the sliders. Caviar and crackers were also served with the lunch, along with some bottles of Perrier water. The girls spent the afternoon binging Netflix shows in the private movie theater. After what felt like the eighth episode, it was already 5:00 in the afternoon. Monica got out her phone and smiled. “Quick. All of you. Give me your favorite Chinese entrée now.” “General Tso’s chicken!” Charlotte shouted. “Spicy bean curd!” Lauren shouted. “That’s my second favorite. My first favorite is Princess Chicken, but we can’t have two chicken dishes if we’re sharing.” “Cool.” Monica told them. “Mine is Mongolian beef. Let’s get some rice to go with the entrees, a couple egg rolls, an order of wontons, and some fortune cookies. You all are going to have to trust me on this one. My parents just tried out a new Chinese place and it’s the BEST. It’s Chen’s Chinese Garden.” Lauren nodded. “Oh. That place! It sounds familiar! I haven’t eaten there yet. Oh. Can you please get some plum sauce with the wontons? For me, it makes them a lot more appetizing.” Monica nodded. “Of course, Lauren! We’ve had Chinese before. And I know that you love your plum sauce.” Monica opened up a delivery app on her phone and made the order for Chinese food from Chen’s Chinese Garden. About an hour later, the food was delivered to them. The girls then began munching away at their Chinese food. Charlotte decided to try the wontons with the plum sauce but ended up getting plum sauce all over her lips and parts of her chin as she munched away at the wontons. She sighed as she glanced at a napkin that was nearby her. ‘I’ll get it later.’ She told herself as she continued to enjoy the delectable Chinese food. Her entrees were no better as she somehow managed to get her face messier and messier with each entrée that she ate. Her friends on the other hand managed to be a lot neater with their food and wiped their faces often at the smallest mess they detected. By the time that Charlotte was done with her food, she looked up at her friends, who gave her a surprised look before smiling. “Char,” Monica told her. “I don’t know how much food you managed to get inside of you as it seems like there is a lot more of it on your face!” Lauren nodded in agreement. “Yes Charlotte. The food is not supposed to go all over your face. Can I get you a napkin?” Charlotte sighed, as she picked up a napkin. Her face reddened, as it seemed like her face looked even messier despite not taking another bite of food. “I got it,” she said with a sigh, as she timidly wiped her face off. The fortune cookie was next. The three girls all gathered around at the table, and each grabbed a cookie. Charlotte was first. She broke the two halves of her cookie open and read the small fortune typed on the small rectangle of paper. “Get ready for some big changes in your life,” Charlotte read. She gasped when she realized how true that fortune was. Big…changes? Well, aging in reverse is a big change. Is this what the fortune is talking about? Charlotte’s train of thought was interrupted by Lauren, who was the next to read her fortune. “Happiness will follow you wherever you go.” She read, giving the girls a smile. Monica then read her fortune out loud. “You are about to experience some new beginnings.” Monica’s face glowed with excitement when she thought more and more about what her fortune meant. “Our Senior Year at Langford!” Monica gushed. “It’s true!” Lauren said, nodding. “Our new beginnings are in just three days!” Just then, Charlotte was having a new beginning herself. But it was happening in her groin. Her stomach then churned as she felt a strong bowel movement. And then a strong urge to pee. And then an enormous amount of pressure built itself up inside of Charlotte’s insides before…. FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRPPPPPPP! Both Lauren and Monica glanced at Charlotte and laughed. “Did you just fart, Charlotte?” Monica said, as she continued to snicker. Charlotte nodded, as she felt more churning in her stomach and an even stronger urge to pee. “I…I gotta go!” Both her friends respectfully nodded. “Yeah, please go.” Monica said, giving Charlotte a look of urgency. “We don’t want a repeat of what happened when you were in the fourth grade.” Lauren gasped. “I don’t remember. What happened?” Charlotte was beginning to carefully exit the room so that she wouldn’t risk another accident. Monica’s story continued in the meantime: “You don’t remember? We’re two years behind Charlotte so this happened when we were in the second grade. I just got a bathroom pass and was on my way to the bathroom when I saw Charlotte RUNNING towards the bathroom. The poor girl couldn’t make it and she shit herself really bad. Lauren, I saw poop stains coming from her as she ran to the bathroom…” “Stop Monica! I’ve heard enough!” Charlotte was lucky that this was all that she heard, as she was now hurrying to the bathroom. She found herself in the foyer again and she carefully walked up the steps. Each step felt like torture now and she didn’t want to risk another toot. She was now in the west wing hallway. The rumbling continued in her insides. And then another sharp pain in her groin. ‘Oh no.’ she groaned. ‘Here it comes…’ Charlotte rushed to the door. She opened the door, praying. Then she closed it. She could hear the sound of something about to release. She lifted up the lid. She threw her panties down as she began to feel the release. And then she sat down on the toilet seat. PLUNK! PLUNK! After that, she felt what she could only describe as spicy fireworks exiting her rapidly. “Ooooooooooooooooooooahhhhhhooooooooeeeeeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Charlotte sighed in relief. Then a heavy stream of pee sounded, loudly reverberating against the inside of the toilet bowl. Charlotte barely made it to the bathroom. ‘Thank God.’ Charlotte mentally cheered. As Charlotte sat there, she could only think about what that fortune cookie fortune just said. Get ready for some big changes in your life. Charlotte was both perplexed and frightened. Some big changes have already happened in her life. After all, Charlotte was 20 and both Lauren and Monica were her friends instead of Lexi and Maya. What other big changes could there be? Charlotte shuddered as she felt another stream of pee exit her. She did not want to know and hoped that she would never find out. 1
Mary Moon Posted November 5, 2024 Posted November 5, 2024 Could it be that this need to go to the bathroom is connected to regression, perhaps his body is rejuvenating itself and is thus expelling its years? I fear poor Charlotte will have another age regression when she wakes up the next morning. Who knows how much longer he will rejuvenate
PamperedPrince Posted November 6, 2024 Author Posted November 6, 2024 Chapter 9 The rest of the sleepover was rather uneventful. Sure, both Lauren and Monica were excited about Charlotte’s first place finish in the San Francisco Labor Day marathon, but Charlotte didn’t find the following events to be that fun for her This was especially the case when Monica had an idea at around 11:30 in the evening to make a Champion Chocolate Milkshakes for everybody. Charlotte’s in particular had mint chocolate chip added since she preferred that flavor more than chocolate. The shake turned out to be a big mistake, as Charlotte began to experience its effects over the next hour. She could hear her stomach’s persistent warning. Rumble. Rumble. Rumble Rumble. And although both Lauren and Monica were fixated on watching movies in the private movie theater, Charlotte quickly made her escape to the bathroom. As she began to sit on the toilet and pull down her panties… Drip. Drip. Drip. The rest of it sprayed inside of the toilet bowl for the next minute. Charlotte glanced down at her panties to notice a few drops of pee around the crotch area. Charlotte’s monologue continued frantically in her mind: ‘Again? I cannot believe it! It’s actually getting worse!’ Charlotte now began to worry about how she would be able to sleep the whole night without having an accident. Her mind returned to an idea that she had earlier. She was NOT going to wear those adult nighttime Pull-Ups! She decided that she would set her cell phone alarm to go off every hour to ensure that she would not have an accident. Charlotte finished peeing and pooping, carefully cleaning herself before washing her hands and drying them off with a hand towel. She returned to the private movie theater to see her two friends looking surprised. “Did you have to go again, Char?” Monica asked her. Charlotte nodded. “Yeah. It was that milkshake. I think…I’m going off to bed now.” Lauren gave her an understanding nod, as did Monica. “Good night, Charlotte.” Lauren told her. It’s good that we were able to have a fun sleepover with you. See you in the morning.” Monica nodded and they both hugged her before Charlotte left the private movie theater. Once up in the bedroom, Charlotte changed into a pink nightshirt with matching pink pajama bottoms. She entered the bathroom to brush her teeth, and sat on the toilet just to see what she could get out. A few trickles of pee entered the toilet and she flushed it. She returned to her bedroom and glanced around her king-sized bed to realize that something was missing. She unzipped her overnight bag to find Bobo hiding underneath two Depends Night Defense undergarments. She rescued him out of her bag and gave him a tight hug. She then plopped him down on the other side of her king-sized bed to have him in a sitting position. Bobo would patrol the room and protect her while she was sleeping. From Charlotte’s experience, Bobo was very skilled in this and she always felt safe with him by her side every night. The bear was rather skilled at handling the terrors of the night. Charlotte’s vision faded as she fell asleep. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Charlotte stirred in her bed and jolted awake to her cell phone. The time read 1:00 AM. She rubbed her eyes and groaned when she felt the throbbing headache which had to be from the milkshake. She felt a slight urge to pee, so she leapt out of bed and used the bathroom across the hall. The torrent of pee only lasted around 30 seconds. She washed her hands and went back to bed. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Charlotte quickly gazed at her cell phone. 2:00 AM. She really didn’t have to pee, but she wanted to be safe, so she tried using the toilet. Nothing came out, so she waited for about 15 minutes. After that, a few drops of pee came out. She then went back to bed. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! This time, Charlotte was so tired that she disabled the alarm while half-awake and fell back asleep. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! It was now 4:00 AM. Charlotte now really had to pee, so she hurried to the bathroom and managed to make it, since she didn’t have to go as bad as when she had the milkshake. She then went back to bed. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! The only thing that Charlotte could remember was tapping something on her phone and falling back asleep. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Charlotte growled in anger, disabling the alarm and tossing her phone off her bed. She was very tired but was also determined to have no accidents while sleeping at Monica’s. She squinted her eyes and buried her head in the pillow, enjoying the warm comfort of the king-sized comforter that covered her. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Charlotte decided to get up this time. She glanced at her phone, which was 7:00 AM. She had to pee again, but the urge wasn’t that bad. She glanced down at her panties and gasped, when she thought of the overnight bag. ‘Mom will want to know if I wore one of those Depends.’ She sighed in her head. Charlotte grabbed one of the nighttime briefs and took it to the bathroom. Instead of wearing it, she disposed of the dry garment in the wastebin. ‘There. That will solve the problem of mom asking me later.’ She thought. ‘I’ll even tell her that I was dry!’ Charlotte could barely keep her eyes open as she had breakfast with her friends. “Hey Char!” Monica called. “Wake up! Didn’t you get enough sleep last night?” “Yes Charlotte.” Lauren said. “We both went to bed around 2 in the morning, and we’re fine. You went to bed earlier than us. Shouldn’t you be more rested?” “I didn’t sleep well,” Charlotte groaned. “It was a long night…” Lauren hugged Charlotte. “It will be okay, Charlotte. You have the rest of the day, don’t you?” Charlotte nodded, relieved that she could just laze on her bed when she got home. While Charlotte was unpacking back at home, her mother peeked her face inside the door. “Char sweetie?” Darcy said, smiling at her daughter. “Oh. Before I ask, did you wear them, dear? Here. I will check.” Darcy unzipped the bag to find only one Depend Night Defense undergarment. “Very good, honey! Now were you dry?” Charlotte nodded. “Yes mom. I was.” Darcy then scratched her head as if she was trying to remember something. “Oh yeah! Charlotte, can you please do me one more favor? You are such a wonderful babysitter, so could you go over to your Aunt Darlene’s and babysit Heather and Allison again? She told me that you’ll get the same pay as before. Me and your aunt and uncle would like to get out one more time before the end of this holiday weekend. You can then pack for Los Angeles tomorrow. Charlotte nodded. “Okay mom!” Charlotte was now sitting on the couch at her Aunt Darlene’s house. At this point it was now the evening, and Charlotte had already spent the entire day with both Heather and Allison. After surviving four diaper changes with Allison and five different trips to the potty with Heather, Charlotte was ready for this babysitting to end. No. For this whole vacation to end. In addition to taking care of the hygiene for both her cousins, it was a full-time job entertaining Heather with Netflix kids shows, a couple rounds of Candyland, a few outdoor races in her running shoes while she kept Allison within eyesight, and various other activities. The TV dinners. Feeding Allison her bottle. A few stories. Giving both girls a bath. One tea party after she put Allison to bed. Then one more game of hide and seek. Having just put Heather to bed, Charlotte was just exhausted. Heather was once again knocking it out of the park with her potty training. So much so that she graduated to regular panties instead of the training underwear, which was made to catch small accidents. As Charlotte sank into the couch, it only felt like a few seconds, when she could feel a tap on her shoulder. “Charlotte? We’re home!” Charlotte produced a tired smile as the rest of the evening felt like a blur to her. Her Aunt Darlene thanked her. Then she received the money. Then she walked back home with her mother. The next thing that she could remember was lying in her bed. She must have crawled into the bed, but she could hardly remember. Then, her eyes closed shut. ‘Hmm….’ Charlotte thought as she squirmed around in her bed. Something felt very warm, but she kept tossing around before falling back asleep again. A wide ray of sunlight was now on Charlotte’s forehead. It was as if the sun was kissing her good morning. Good morning. Charlotte suddenly realized something was…wet…moist. She felt it underneath her. ‘Oh no….’ Charlotte peeled off the covers. It was just as she feared. A large wet patch ran down the center of her bed. Charlotte wet the bed again. “I’m dead!” Charlotte cried, realizing that she forgot to put on her nighttime protection. And with it being a travel day, a wet bed was the last thing that Charlotte wanted to deal with. 2
Mary Moon Posted November 6, 2024 Posted November 6, 2024 I don't think Charlotte will make the trip again, I fear she has regressed again, maybe to high school age, she could be the same age as Lauren and Monica now, since she was 2 years older. Now especially if she has regressed again and is no longer an adult, her mother could get angry and punish her for not wearing protection. I think Charlotte is getting younger again and she might start to panic about the situation and be afraid of going too far back. However it is a bad idea to set the alarm multiple times during the night to avoid wetting the bed, i tried it even as a teenager, it just devastates you with tiredness
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