The Running Shoes (Ch. 48 - 2/23/2025)

[PamperedPrince]

Chapter 17

Charlotte began to twirl her fork, mushing up the eggs that were on her plate.  One of the yolks began to break open and leak all over her egg and the rest of her plate.  It was the only thing she could do to distract herself from the swollen jelled up mass that she was sitting on top of that lay hidden inside her nightgown.  Her nighttime Depends that she wore was completely soaked when she woke up, which was no surprise to her at this point.  It was something that she just couldn’t control at night, so she simply just stopped fighting it.

“Charlotte!  Stop playing with your food!”

Monica gave Charlotte a friendly tap on the shoulder as she began to eat another mouthful of eggs.

Lauren nodded.  “Yes Charlotte.  There are other things that you can play with.  Just eat your food, okay?”

Charlotte nodded, but was still distracted at her bloated Depends, which was heavily swelling between her legs, forcing them apart.  ‘Fine.  The sooner I finish this food, the sooner I can change out of this piss bag that I’m wearing…’   She ravenously began to shovel down her eggs and was already holding her toast, as she took large bites in her attempts to break down the large mass of egg that filled up her cheeks.

Lauren gasped.  “Not like that!  If you keep doing that, you’re going to choke!  Smaller bites.  Okay?”

Charlotte was now chewing the last remains of egg that she had in her mouth before swallowing.  She then bit off one fourth of the toast, chewing it very quickly.

Monica frowned.  “What’s your hurry, Char?”

Charlotte glanced down at the discomfort that she was sitting on.  She reluctantly spoke up.  “Fine.  I’m just trying to finish my food so I can get this swollen bag of piss off of me.  Now can you PLEASE let me do that?  It’s really starting to gross me out.”

Monica gasped.  “Yeah Char.  It’s probably not too comfortable.  Sitting in your own piss?  Yeah.  That’s gross.”

Charlotte finished her toast and gulped down her orange juice.

The bathroom was the next place that Charlotte went, and she spent the next 20 minutes showering and scrubbing.  She dried herself off with two towels and put on a mint green bra, a white cotton blouse, mint green panties, and pink denim jeans.  And she wanted her hair to look as adult as possible, so she kept her black hair down instead of braiding it.  She frowned when she saw her pale skin.  It was pale like a peach.  ‘I need to work on that tan.’ She told herself.

Charlotte returned to the kitchen to pour herself a cup of coffee.  As she began drinking it, Lauren was staring at her in disbelief.

“Charlotte, I don’t think you should drink that,” Lauren cautioned her.

Monica matter-of-factly nodded.  “Yeah.  There’s been too many sleepovers where you just pissed yourself really bad after drinking a cup.

‘Well, I’ll just piss myself again.’ Charlotte snidely thought to herself as she indulged her tastebuds in the delicious blend of mocha coffee beans mixed with mint-flavored coffee cream.  ‘That’s a risk that I’m willing to take for coffee.’  She finished her cup and boldly slammed it on the kitchen island.  “Are you really going to deprive me of something that tastes that good?  What’s next?  Depriving me of a Slurpee?”

Lauren shook her head.  “We’re just looking out for you, Charlotte.  This is just going off of past behavior.”

Charlotte gave Lauren a mocking stare.  “Past behavior, huh?  Well, what is my past going to look like tomorrow?  I want to live in the moment.  I want to smell the roses.  Do you smell them, Monica?”

Monica shook her head.  “No.  I’m smelling the coffee that you just drank.  You really should’ve drank that, Char.”

“Well, I’m independent, Monica,” Charlotte told her.  “I am woman.  Hear me roar!”  Charlotte held out both her hands and began swiping the air.  “Rawrrrr…”

Lauren gave Charlotte a funny smile and nodded at Monica, who nodded back.  “Um, Charlotte?  I think that you have had enough coffee.  Also, we need to get going.”

….

The white limo was just turning off the street for Millionaires Row when Charlotte felt like her bladder was going to explode.  She began to fidget in her seat.  ‘No.  Please.  Please.  Please!  Not yet!’

Lauren took notice and shouted to her chauffeur.  “Jenkins, Charlotte is about to pee herself.  Hurry!”

Jenkins slightly increased his pace as he wasn’t about to maneuver the limo in a way that would endanger the safety of any of the girls.  Seconds later, he pulled up to the Warren house.

Charlotte quickly thanked her friends and left the limo.

But as she was walking down the driveway, her crotch and legs suddenly started to feel wet.  And then…

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip…

A puddle was beginning to form underneath Charlotte’s feet in the driveway.  But instead of hurrying to the nearest bathroom, Charlotte stood there, frozen as the warm pee continued to flow down her legs and pool into the growing puddle that was slowly inching its way towards the road.  She was…Scared. Frightened.  And wet.

As the last of Charlotte’s accident dripped onto the driveway, she began to sob as she slowly walked towards the house.

Charlotte rang the doorbell, afraid of what her mother was going to say.

Darcy opened the door and gasped when she saw the wide patch of pee around the crotch of her daughter’s pink denim jeans and the darkened wet stain that ran down both her legs.  “Charlotte!” she shouted in a voice that conveyed worry and concern.  She glanced over and noticed the puddle of pee in the driveway, with a dripping trail of pee leading all the way to the door.  “You’re soaked, honey!  Did this just happen?”

Charlotte sullenly nodded as she quietly sobbed.  “Yes mom…”

Darcy scratched her head and tried to put two and two together.  “Did you drink coffee at Monica’s again?”

Charlotte nodded.  “Yes.  I—”

“No more coffee!” Darcy interrupted.  “It’s not that I want to be mean, honey.  It’s just that you have had too many accidents from drinking coffee.  I don’t think you should drink it anymore.  It’s not good for your bladder, dear.  Now, did you wear the Depends, honey?”  Before Charlotte Could even answer her, she unzipped Charlotte’s overnight bag.  “You only have one left.  From what I just saw, was that one also wet?”

Charlotte nodded, still drenching her face with tears.  “Yes it was.  I can’t control my bladder when I’m sleeping, mom!  If I go, I sleep right through it!”

Darcy nodded.  “That’s why you wear your nighttime protection every night dear.  Now, go up and shower.  Get out of those wet clothes.”

Charlotte did what she was told and removed her clothes in the bathroom.  ‘Just perfect.’ She thought.  ‘Those were my favorite jeans!’  Were they?  Charlotte was at the point of giving up on the new memories that were spoonfed to her.  ‘So do I have new friends?  A new crush?  A new favorite pair of jeans? A new favorite food?  Whatever.  Just do whatever.  I don’t care!!!’

Charlotte finished her shower and went to her bedroom to change into a new outfit.  She changed into a pink bra with a pink graphic t-shirt that said “Beauty Queen” on it in white letters.  A crown adorned the top of the lettering.  She put on a fresh pair of pink panties with blue denim jeans this time.

Now fully dressed, she decided to watch some TV downstairs.

As she was in the middle of watching another episode of America’s Next Top Model, her mother held the remote control.

“Sweetie?” Darcy said to get Charlotte’s attention.  “Are you ready to babysit Heather and Allison tonight?”

Charlotte couldn’t believe it.  ‘Oh yeah! I forgot!  I babysit my cousins every week! Just so my mom can have fun with my aunt and uncle.  But hey!  The babysitting allowance is good…’  Charlotte stared at her mom, looking distracted.  “Oh…Yeah mom!  I’ll watch them.”

That afternoon, Charlotte was playing in the living room with Heather while Allison was taking a nap upstairs.  Heather was playing a game where her Barbies were having a race.  In the game, she tried to get her Barbie to win while Charlotte had to make all the other Barbies go slower than hers.

“I win!” Heather shouted, holding her Barbie victor.  She then gasped as she glanced down below her waist.  “I gotta go potty!  Race you there!”

Darlene shook her head.  “No Heather.  No running in the house!”

“Fine then.” Heather sighed.  “I’ll walk there…”

Charlotte followed Heather to the bathroom and almost entered when Darlene stopped her.

“She wants her privacy now.” Darlene told her.  “She’s gotten so good at the potty that she knows everything that she needs to do.  I would just check inside to see if she’s done.  Oh, and one other thing.  Heather has managed to use the potty a couple of times at night now!  It’s so cute.  She has woken me up shouting ‘I used the potty mommy!’  It’s only a matter of time before she’s fully potty trained.”

Charlotte just gave her Aunt Darlene a straight smile and nodded.  ‘The less that my aunt knows about my toileting, the better.  Mom better not tell her!’

When Heather finished, Charlotte checked the bathroom to see if there was anything that Heather forgot to do.  The seat was down, and the faucet was turned off.  ‘It looks like my cousin is getting good at this!’

Charlotte continued to play with Heather for a while longer when her Aunt Darlene carried Allison downstairs since she was done with her nap.  She sat Allison down and she excitedly scampered over to her playpen where her toys were.

Darlene was now standing next to Daniel and Darcy.  “Charlotte?” She told her niece.  “I just changed Allison, so you should be good for a while.  You know the rules!  I trust you since you’re such a pro at this.  Have fun and call me or your mom if you need anything! See you later, sweetheart!”  Darlene blew her niece a kiss and smiled as she left with her husband and her sister Darcy.

Charlotte wasted no time in getting dinner ready.  Kraft Macaroni and Cheese, chicken nuggets, tater tots, and apple sauce.  She fed Allison her bottle and a little apple sauce while Heather ate her dinner.  After that, she got her own dinner with what she fed Heather and brought it into the living room and sat Allison in her playpen to play some more while she watched Blue’s Clues with Heather.

That night, she gave both girls a bath.  She then changed Allison into a nighttime diaper and tucked her in her crib.

As she was getting Heather ready for bed in her room, Heather smiled as she stepped into her nighttime Pull-Up.

“Guess what?” Heather asked Charlotte.

“What?” Charlotte said in an exaggerated happy voice.

“I’m gonna have a dry Pull-Up tonight!” Heather proudly shouted as Charlotte was helping Heather put on her purple pajama bottoms.

Charlotte gave her cousin a big smile.  “Well, is that so?  Let’s hope so!  Let’s get you tucked in, silly girl.”

Charlotte led Heather to her bed, and she sprung right into it, eagerly crawling under the covers.

“Tell me a story!” Heather pleaded.  “One that gots pretty princesses and ponys in it!”

Charlotte got out her phone and searched for a bedtime story online that had the story that matched Heather’s description.  She began the story and watched her cousin’s eyes grow heavy.  Heather fell asleep before she could even finish it.

“Good night, Heather Bee…” Charlotte whispered as she retreated downstairs to the living room to watch more Blue’s Clues.

…

Charlotte walked home with her mother as she held the money she earned from babysitting in her hand.  “You didn’t tell my aunt, did you?”

Darcy smiled.  “About your accident?  No honey.  There’s really not a situation where she would need to know yet.  For now, it’s just a secret between us, okay?”

Charlotte was relieved that her aunt didn’t know about her bladder problem.  And she guessed that her aunt forgot about her Depends because of the reality shift.  That conversation never happened since she never ran the marathon.

When Charlotte got home, she went to her room and changed into her “nighttime protection”.  She then put a pink nightgown on and buried herself in the covers of her bed.  She hugged Bobo as she tried to think of the additional information she needed to solve the mystery.  “I’ll…look…tomorrow…” her voice faded as she fell asleep.

[Mary Moon]

If she were to wake up even younger, Charlotte could go completely crazy, and she would also lose Monica and Lauren. It's interesting to note how the latter have now become more maternal towards her, especially Lauren. Darcy is a great mother, despite her daughter's problems and having to raise her alone, she fully supports her and is not punitive or too severe.

[PamperedPrince]

Yes.  Darcy cares about Charlotte very much and she only disciplines her when she is out of line.

And yeah.  Lauren is a very caring soul, despite being filthy rich.  And it's not that she's fake about it.  She's very authentic, which is what has won her respect from so many of her friends.

Stay tuned for the next chapter tomorrow!  😀

[PamperedPrince]

Chapter 18

Two weeks.  Charlotte glanced at the calendar again.  It has been two weeks since Charlotte became a Sophomore.  But Charlotte knew that it was just a little bit longer than that.  From the fourth age reduction episode that she documented, the date read September 11^th when she went from a 17-year-old to a 15-year-old.  So in reality, it has actually been 16 days since the last episode.

This long length of time both bothered Charlotte yet excited her at the same time.  Could this mean that her reverse aging as finally stopped?  Charlotte certainly didn’t want to celebrate too early since she still hasn’t figured out a way to get back to her original age.

In the 14 days that have passed since her sleepover at Monica’s, Charlotte has been busy with a lot of different things in her life.  Since she has not experienced a new age, Charlotte has been able to adjust to being an almost 16-year-old.

Her first adjustment had to be in being able to excel in all of her Sophomore courses.  All of her courses seemed easy enough and she was making perfect poses in Beginner Modeling.  Mrs. Juilliard was especially impressed with Charlotte’s technique and immediately told Mrs. Hampton, the teacher that taught the advanced modeling class that both Lauren and Monica were in.  The only response that she got from Mrs. Hampton was something along the lines of “If she’s so good, then she’ll be perfect for my class next year.”  Mrs. Juilliard also recommended to Charlotte that she apply for a modeling summer internship so that she would be accepted for a modeling agency between her Sophomore and Junior year.

Charlotte’s easiest adjustment simply had to do with her natural ability to run.  Charlotte always ran in her running shoes and was quite literally running circles around her physical education class.  So much so that the Physical Education teacher recommended that she get placed in Mrs. Durham’s class instead of the class that she was in.  Mrs. Durham agreed, and Charlotte was able to transfer to a class intended for Juniors and Seniors.

As for every other adjustment, Charlotte was able to manage these as well.  Her acne was handled by rubbing in cream every day.  And as awkward as her teenage hormones were, she got used to those.  She got used to her smaller appearance.  The wisdom of her mother continued to repeat in her mind:

“Let the obstacles catch up with you.  And when they do, accept it.  Accept all of it. Because when you do, you will find yourself to be a lot better.”

‘Well mom, I guess you’re right,’ Charlotte told herself.

Charlotte also had other more embarrassing things to deal with, like her periods.  With those also came headaches, cramps, bloating, fatigue, and mood swings.  But as the days went on, they were becoming easier to manage.

But one thing that upset Charlotte couldn’t adjust to was her bladder problem.  For the nighttime, she found her Depends soaked most mornings.  On the rare mornings that she was dry, Charlotte often wondered if she should even bother to run to the bathroom when her thirsty Depends could just drink up all her pee turning the soft padding into a swollen gelled-up yellowed mass.  It was that, and Charlotte simply didn’t expect it to be dry most mornings.  So for one of the mornings, she just peed her Depends on purpose. But for another one of the dry mornings, she decided to try to keep it dry.  Good choice.  By some miracle, she managed to make it to the toilet without any accidents.

But it wasn’t the mornings that Charlotte was too concerned about.  It was the chance of having an accident during the day.  For the most part, Charlotte’s trips to the bathroom over the past two weeks have been mostly close calls.  Mostly because there were three different times when Charlotte had an accident while at Langford.

The first accident occurred on that Thursday just eight days since she became a Sophomore.  It was during lunch and Charlotte really had to pee.  But before Charlotte could even stand up, the chair that she was sitting in was beginning to soak with pee.  When she stood up from where she was sitting, droplets of pee began to drip around where she was standing.  The folds of her dress were also dark with the pee that was dripping off of it.  Charlotte was so sad that day that she couldn’t focus so she was sent home for the rest of the day.

The second accident occurred just four days ago.  But fortunately, it was during one of her very last classes of the day, which was Beginner Modeling.  Charlotte was right in the middle of a squatting pose when an urge to pee came right out of nowhere.  And with that being the case, Charlotte’s bladder immediately released, darkening the grey nylon pants that she was wearing around the crotch and spreading down her groin and both of her legs.  When Mrs. Juilliard saw Charlotte’s accident, she felt sorry for the poor student and let her leave class early.  When Charlotte asked about it the next day, she assured Charlotte not to worry about it and that it wouldn’t affect her grade.

The third accident happened just two days ago, and it felt just as embarrassing to Charlotte as the marathon in San Francisco?  Wait…Charlotte didn’t ever really remember running that marathon as it almost felt like a dream to her at this point.  After all, wasn’t every marathon she ran a dream now?

Charlotte was at an after-school track meet, and she had to run as many miles as she could.  So, Charlotte took her position at the starting line with both Lauren and Monica.  After Coach Durham initiated the start, Charlotte was off.  She managed to run more than 10 miles before she felt something stinging really bad in her groin.

But unfortunately, that one sting was Charlotte’s only warning as she saw her sweatpants begin to quickly darken and for a split second, she could remember the marathon in San Francisco.  But unfortunately, she could only remember the moment that she peed herself.  Droplets of pee were now splashing all over the track, as students began to change their course to avoid the wake of Charlotte’s accident.

“It’s piss girl!”  one of the girls shouted as she saw the tiny puddles of pee that led to where Charlotte was running.

“Cut it, Shirley!” the other girl shouted.

“Sorry,” Shirley said in a sarcastic voice.  “How about…Leaky Charlotte?  Leaky Charlotte!  Leaky Charlotte!”

“No!” Another girl shouted.  “Leaky Char!”

“Yeah!” Some more girls squealed, joining in the fun.  “Leaky Char! Leaky Char! Leaky Char! Leaky Char!”

The mean taunts that were coming from the girls were enough to make Charlotte stop running and cry her eyes out.

Charlotte sobbed, walking off the trail cupping both her hands over her eyes.

When Coach Durham saw Charlotte standing there all soaked, she gasped.

“Oh dear!” Coach Durham shouted.  “Charlotte!  You poor thing!”  Coach Durham then saw a group of girls all smiling as she ran by Charlotte.  “You can stop running for the day, dear.  Go and get cleaned up.  If any of those girls so much as tease you, they are off the team.  I will warn them after you go.  Let’s try again at next week’s track meet, okay?”

Charlotte nodded as she made her way to the locker room, ready to wash the stain of failure down the drain.

Besides Charlotte’s three embarrassing accidents, there were some more positive things that Charlotte managed to get done.  Over the past couple weeks, Charlotte wasted no time in beginning her research on her theories that she wrote down in her notebook.

Since Darcy’s workload was starting to get extra busy, Charlotte had to wait an extra hour after school before her mother picked her up.  This allowed her to work on her homework and begin researching books pertaining to the theories that she believed were linked to her mystery that she was trying to solve.

When Charlotte entered the library, she unzipped her backpack and pulled out her Super Sleuth Charlotte’s Mystery Notebook and turned to the page that had the theories.  She glanced at the first one again:

 

1. Alternate Reality – This theory postulates that I have somehow been transferred to an alternate reality different from my own. This reality continues to mold and shift every time there’s a reduction in my age. Everyone else in this reality seems to be unphased to any difference or change in the reality shift.

 

Charlotte scratched her head as she read the first theory a few more times.  Just what kind of books would support the theory of an alternate reality?

Since Charlotte was stumped, she approached the male librarian and cleared her throat.

“Excuse me?” Charlotte asked the librarian.  “Do you happen to have any books pertaining to alternate realities?  I need it for a…um, science project.” She lied.

The librarian smiled.  “Alternate realities?  Do you mean alternate universes?  Like the multiverse?  Stuff like Dr. Strange?”

Charlotte excitedly nodded.  “Yeah!  That!  If you happen to have any books like that, I would greatly appreciate it…” Charlotte glanced at the librarian’s desk to see the desk plaque. “Mr. Robinson?”

Mr. Robinson nodded and began typing in the information that Charlotte requested.  “Hmm…Alternate universes…Ah!  Here we go!  We just got a few new books in on this subject.  The Allure of the Multiverse: Extra Dimensions, Other Worlds, and Parallel Universes.  Or how about this one?  If This Book Exists, You’re In The Wrong Universe.  Or you might want to check out Parallel Universes of Self.  Here.  I’ll write down the numbers and you can find them, okay?”

Charlotte nodded.  “I would appreciate that very much, Mr. Robinson!”

Mr. Robinson nodded.  “It’s my pleasure…”

“Charlotte.” Charlotte told him.

“Charlotte!” Mr. Robinson said with a warm smile.  “Can I help you with anything else?”

Charlotte figured that she might as well kill two birds with one stone.  She checked out what her second theory said in the notebook:

 

2. A Coma? This theory is formulated around the assumption that I am in a perpetual state of sleep. Some traumatic event may have caused this extended comatose state to happen upon which I am unable to awaken.  Could I be in a hospital?  Is all of this a dream?

 

“How about some books on comas?” Charlotte asked him.  “I need them for biology class!  We’re studying the human body right now…”

Mr. Robinson nodded and typed in the word coma in the search box.  “Maybe try Coma and Near Death Experience?  Or this one, which is a highly ranked result.  This Is Why You Dream.  Do you want to look for those too?”

Charlotte nodded while she waited for Mr. Robinson to write all the numbers down.

“Here you go, Charlotte!” Mr. Robinson told her.  “Good luck with your research!”

Charlotte nodded and walked down the rows of bookshelves, locating all the books that she wanted to find on Alternate Reality and Comas.  She was luckily able to find every one of them.  She stacked the five books on a study table and was about to dive into them when a book from the nearby fantasy section caught her eye.

There it was.  The large tome in its leatherbound glory.  The Ringmaster Chronicles.  This was a masterpiece written by R.S.S. Koyne and Charlotte has read all stories at least seven times.  But if Charlotte was to do it again, she would have to start from the beginning with the prequel which was called The Midgy.  She picked up the heavy tome and gasped when she saw the round sticker that read “INCLUDES THE MIDGY AND COMPLETE TRILOGY!”  Charlotte knew what she had to do, so she sat the book down on top of her other research books.  ‘Maybe just the first couple chapters.’ She told herself.

Charlotte opened up the large book that contained the high fantasy classic, masterfully crafted by Koyne himself.  The book also contained lexicons of all the different Center World languages, including Qumen, Sanardian, the Sacred Language of the Elves, the Dark Words, and various others.  There was also an exhaustive atlas that detailed various different villages, towns, cities, and places of interest around the Center World.  Charlotte leafed through the various pages of the foreword, trying to find where The Midgy began.  She finally found it and began the Epic Fantasy.

Charlotte got lost in the world of the Center World, once again becoming captivated by the tale of Rowwin Ruggins and his long and arduous quest in reclaiming the Dwarves lost treasure from Smug the evil dragon.  She enjoyed Rowwin’s exchange with the Good Wizard Raundihl the Silver and the events that led to Rowwin leaving his peaceful home that was the Mire.

But as Charlotte began to read the chapter “Puzzlers in the Pitch Black”, her cellphone began to buzz.  The caller ID was her mother, so she immediately answered it.

“Charlotte, where are you?  I’m in the parking lot, ready to pick you up.”

Charlotte gasped when she realized how much time had gone by.  “I was studying.  I’ll be right out!”

Charlotte took her heavy stack of six books and brought them to the librarian’s desk to check them out.

Mr. Robinson smiled when he saw Charlotte again.  “So you’re ready to check out?” He caught a glimpse of The Ringmaster Chronicles and gasped.  “Ah.  That is a real classic.  I am not kidding you.  I have read that more than 100 times.  The entire trilogy plus The Midgy.  What chapter did you end up stopping on?”

“Puzzlers in the Pitch Black,” Charlotte quickly answered.

Mr. Robinson nodded as he checked all the books out.  “About to begin Rowwin’s journey through the dark cave where he finds Froggum?  Of course we later find out that his real name is Feaboul and has degenerated into Froggum due to the Master Ring corrupting his mind and his body.  I could go on for hours, but it seems like you’re in a hurry.”

Charlotte nodded.  “Yeah.  I’ve only read The Ringmaster Chronicles seven times.  This is my eighth time ever.”

“It gets better every time!” Mr. Robinson said, as he scanned out the last of Charlotte’s books.  “It’s like aged wine.  Well, you’re all set.  All those books are due back in two weeks.  Just be careful with The Ringmaster Chronicles. It’s very addictive.  It’s the kind of book that you don’t want to put down.  Take care, Charlotte.”

Charlotte nodded as she left the library before hurrying out of the school with her six books, her backpack, her duffel bag, and her purse.

Charlotte made no progress in researching her theories for the rest of the day, as she devoted the rest of her evening to reading The Ringmaster Chronicles after a short 3-mile run.  When her mother asked her about the extra books, Charlotte just told her that it was “research for school”.  While the initial five books were convincing, she frowned when she saw Koyne’s classic bookmarked.

“Is that for a literature class, honey?” Darcy said, looking curious.

Charlotte shook her head.  “No.  It’s for fun, after I finish my research and homework.”

Darcy gave Charlotte a curious nod.  “Okay honey.  Just be sure to get the assignments done first.”

Charlotte nodded and went right back to reading The Ringmaster Chronicles. She was all ready for bed, so that was one less thing to worry about.  She found herself falling asleep as she was reading the book.  The sensation of her filling her Depends woke her up.  At this, Charlotte just shrugged her shoulders and scowled.  ‘There I go, pissing myself again…’  She took the book and sat it on her backpack before turning out the light.  Finally, she crawled underneath her covers and fell asleep as she held Bobo in her arms.

Over the remainder of that week, Charlotte was met with another regular task that she had to adjust to.  Her mother had Charlotte drive to and from the school so that she could practice her driving.  It wasn’t a very long distance so there wasn’t much that Charlotte could do in terms of endangering her mom or herself.  The most dangerous area for Charlotte was the parking lot, where cars were flowing in and out of the school both before and after school.

What surprised Charlotte about driving was how little she actually knew about it.  This was what puzzled and frustrated Charlotte as she was a pro at it when she was 29.  But with her now being half her original age, most of her memories associated with driving were gone.  What remained was the uncertainty and anxiety that she had every time that she sat behind the wheel.  What was lost was the confidence and certainty that she had in being able to safely maneuver a vehicle.  There were at least three different instances where Charlotte almost ran into another car.  In the first instance, the car was already parked.  In the second instance, a car was turning out in front of her.  In the third instance, Charlotte almost backed into a car that was taking off.  But thanks to the backup camera on her mother’s 4Runner, she was able to narrowly avoid it.

And every time that Charlotte finished her short trips to and from Langford in the 4Runner, she didn’t feel any more encouraged.  In fact, she could feel the dread of having to try and drive the car once again.  ‘How did I ever master driving a car before?’ she asked herself.  Charlotte could not even imagine driving on The 5 now as she felt that she was not even close to possessing the skill and reflexes needed to navigate the dangerous Interstate that flowed through Los Angeles.

Charlotte kept up with her research and actually managed to look through the books.  And for each day that began, she examined herself in the mirror to see if there was any sign of her getting younger.  To her surprise, there were no signs of her being younger at all.  This both excited and annoyed Charlotte at the same time.  What excited her was being able to have more time to solve the mystery.  At this point, there was a possibility that Charlotte’s reverse aging may have completely stopped.  This left Charlotte missing only 14 years of her life.  In a worse case scenario where she could not solve the mystery, Charlotte could just relive her 14 lost years and get back to 29 once again.  It wouldn’t be easy, but she has done it before.

For every one of the 13 days that Charlotte has been examining herself in the mirror, there has not been a single detectable change in Charlotte at all.  Maybe a little bit more acne, but that was normal for a young woman of Charlotte’s current age.

From the two weeks that Charlotte had been watching and waiting for something else to happen, nothing ever did.  Charlotte was no different than she was 16 days ago when she first noticed that she was a Sophomore.  Maybe this was a good sign?  Charlotte hoped that it was, as she was not getting anywhere in the research.

To begin with the books pertaining to Alternate Realities, Charlotte couldn’t get too much out of them.  Sure, they talked about alternate universes, but she could never find the portal to the other part of the multiverse.  Just what good were these books if they were not helping Charlotte?  Besides, If This Book Exists, You're in the Wrong Universe turned out to be nothing more than just a horror novel.  Not a reference book like she hoped. The Allure of the Multiverse: Extra Dimensions, Other Worlds, and Parallel Universes was nothing but speculation.  A whole lot of theories pertaining to the multiverse and time travel, but nothing that was going to help Charlotte get back to normal.

For comas, Charlotte just wasn’t getting anywhere with the research either. For Coma and Near-Death Experience, it only described the experiences of those who survived comas and Near-Death Experiences, but it didn’t address anything in helping Charlotte to address if she was in a coma or not.  If she was, it had to be a pretty deep one since she has been unable to awaken.

In Charlotte’s notebook, she sadly had to dismiss the first two theories as both of them seemed to lead to a dead end.  For the alternate realities theory, Charlotte has tried to find the portal to get back to normal but has been unsuccessful.  The closest that she could actually get to an actual portal were all the marathons that she ran during her practice runs.  But for every instance that this happened, Charlotte was unable to find where the portal was.  Before she could find anything, she was either running a marathon in that world city or was back in Langford again.  And try as she might, Charlotte really didn’t have any evidence suggesting that she was in a coma.  And if this whole thing was a dream, wouldn’t she have woken up by now?

On September 20^th, it was supposed to be Lauren’s turn to host the sleepover, but Lauren told Charlotte and Monica that this was a no go since her father was hosting an event at her house.  Based on the schedule, the Ashcroft Estate would be available next week for sure.

The sleepover for that weekend ended up being at Charlotte’s place once again.  But unlike the last sleepover, Charlotte made sure that she put her “nighttime protection” on.  And it was a good thing that Charlotte did.  Because like clockwork, Charlotte ended up soaking her nighttime Depends once again.

Following that, Charlotte babysat Heather and Allison once again.  It turned out that Heather was having a perfect streak in using the potty and even managed to use the potty at night every night since the last Saturday that she watched her.  Heather’s perfect record was starting to make Charlotte feel jealous, considering that her four-year-old cousin was managing her toileting a lot better than she was.  While Heather had dry underwear every night, Charlotte managed a perfect streak in having her nighttime Depends soaked every night.  Charlotte felt ashamed that she was moving in the opposite direction from her younger cousin when it came to using the potty.  And with her daytime toileting getting worse, close calls were happening almost every time that Charlotte was using the potty now.  ‘Well, it’s a good thing that Aunt Darlene doesn’t know about my bladder problem.’ Charlotte thought.

And that next Friday, Charlotte laid on her bed, deep in thought.  All Charlotte could think about was why.  Having had so much time to think about her predicament, Charlotte couldn’t help but think about the reason as to why she was going through all of this.  That one question kept repeating in her mind.

Why? Why? Why? Why?  Why do I always end up running a marathon when I practice running?  Why do I sometimes age in reverse?  Why does it have to happen?  And more importantly, why does it have to happen to me?  Of all the people in the world, why does it have to happen to Charlotte Marie Warren?  Am I trapped in a time loop that I can’t escape?  Is this like the movie Groundhog Day where I am forced to live this whole madness out until the universe decides that I have had enough?  Why can’t I find the answer?  Why do certain things like my notebook not change but everything else does?  Who is the one responsible for this?  And why do I keep having problems with making it to the bathroom when I never had this problem in my original life?  And why have I suddenly stopped aging in reverse?  I mean, seriously.  It has been 16 days now since it last happened.  Am I done aging backwards now?  Am I just going to have to live out my teen years and young adulthood again?

Charlotte was so close to finding the answer, but it was as if something was blocking her mind.  Whatever it was, it just didn’t want Charlotte to know.  And the more that Charlotte tried to think of the answer, the stronger the block was.  It was a haziness.  A clouding of the mind where Charlotte just didn’t know how this reverse aging happened or even why.

Charlotte glanced at the third theory in her notebook, carefully reading it from beginning to end.

 

3. A Simulation? This theory is based on the assumption that some research scientists or aliens have abducted me and have managed to hook me up to a machine that has linked my subconscious to an avatar body. The “Age Reductions” are nothing more than adjustments made to the simulation program to see how I react to the new stimuli.  I am a living experiment being studied against my will and in every way, I need to escape the simulation and get back to my normal life.

 

Charlotte nodded.  ‘Hmm.  It could just be a simulation.  Perhaps I was kidnapped one night and taken to a laboratory where my brain was hooked up to a simulation.  That could explain why things are the way that they are!’  Charlotte nodded, knowing that this theory had to be the one to go with.  And if it was, how would she free herself from the simulation?  ‘I need to find more clues,’ Charlotte thought to herself.

But for now, Charlotte had to put this theory on hold as she was going over to Lauren’s house tonight for the sleepover.  While Charlotte never remembered going over to her house, she was all too familiar with it at the same time.  ‘It must be the simulation.  Just go with it…’

And with that, Charlotte began to pack her things for the sleepover, making sure that Bobo was first.  And just in case there was swimming, Charlotte packed a one-piece bathing suit (since that’s all that her mom bought her at that age).  All Charlotte hoped was that the sleepover was going to be a good one.

[Mary Moon]

Maybe her regression stopped because she reached the age of the person who cast this curse on her who has now taken her place. Strange that Charlotte does not suspect this Claire.

[diaper24/7]

I see more regress happen in her future just a feeling.

[Mary Moon]

3 minutes ago, diaper24/7 said:

I see more regress happen in her future just a feeling.

In my opinion, now Charlotte will start putting the pieces of the puzzle together

[PamperedPrince]

Chapter 19

Charlotte already had regrets about the glass of water that she drank before leaving her house to get inside the white limo.  Sure, it was only one glass of water.  But one glass was all it took for Charlotte to have to pee. And one glass was enough for Charlotte to have near miss after near miss at Langford.

The urge to pee began to grow inside of Charlotte as the limo turned onto the street that widely known as Millionaires Row.  And considering that the Ashcroft Estate was the largest property on that street, it would be one of the very last driveways.  Charlotte silently groaned as her urge to pee continued to grow inside of her.  At this point, Charlotte could definitely make it to the bathroom but there was no guarantee the longer that she remained in Lauren’s limousine.  Charlotte’s “Need to Pee” meter steadily increased by the minute as the limo continued to pass driveways that very cleverly hid the private estates that were all on this street.  It was very clear that this road contained some of the wealthiest families that lived in Langford.  Hopeful parents with their children getting what was considered to be one of the best educations that you could get in northern California. Now granted there were plenty of other mansions in Santa Rosa, but the Langford properties were definitely the most expensive since they were the closest proximity to the school.

Millionaires Row stretched for a good five miles before ending at the Santa Rosa City Limits.  This was the line where the community of Langford ended and Santa Rosa began.

The limo finally got to the last driveway which actually turned out to be a road.

“Ashcroft Drive?”  Charlotte gasped, now feeling a strong amount of discomfort in her bladder.

Lauren nodded.  “Yup!  My father has an entire private road that leads to the gate of the Ashcroft Estate.  The driveway doesn’t begin until after the gate.”

Monica laughed.  “Come on, Char.  You know that Ashcroft Drive exists.  How many times have you been coming to Lauren’s for sleepovers?”

“Hey,” Lauren scolded.  “Be nice.  But yes.  Ashcroft Drive has been there ever since the two years after my mother’s passing.  Before that, the road didn’t have a name.”

The limo continued into the vast Acreage where the Ashcroft Estate began.  The gate attendant saw Jarvis and immediately let the limo through.

From there, Charlotte began to squirm in her seat as she saw the sprawling acreage around her.  The driveway circled the property and the entire mansion, which was a gargantuan three-story estate, with a fourth story penthouse located on the west wing of the estate.  A quarter-mile track sat was in the distance on the edge of the property, while a small vineyard sat tucked around the other side.  Adjacent to the mansion sat a four-story parking deck with sky bridges all connecting to the main mansion.

Monica glanced out both windows, taking in the grandness that was the Ashcroft Estate.  “What is this?  Isn’t it like 100 acres or something?”

Lauren shook her head.  “No.  It’s actually 112 acres.  Just the quarter-mile track alone is 40 acres.  The main property is 72 acres.  It’s actually pretty big, considering the average property is only 15 acres for Millionaires Row.”

“And how many cars can be parked in that parking deck?”

Lauren glanced at the parking deck, doing the math in her head.  “We can park 50 cars on every level so that would be 200 cars.  The parking deck is not needed most of the time, as there are plenty of outdoor parking spaces for guests.  But the parking deck was definitely used last week for dad’s corporate retreat that his company was hosting.”

“I even like how it tells how many cars are parked in each level,” Monica said, pointing to the electronic counters.  “Level 1 has 24 cars parked.  Level 2 is empty.  Level 3 has 2 cars parked.  Level 4 is empty.”

Charlotte could not believe how this conversation was still happening.  As grand and nice as the Ashcroft Estate was, Charlotte’s bladder did not have much longer.  The pain intensified and Charlotte clenched with all her might.

Just as the limo was about to curve up past the fountain near the main entrance of the mansion, Charlotte suddenly began to feel relief.

But unfortunately, that meant that Charlotte’s relief had to go somewhere.  Charlotte’s pink miniskirt darkened as a puddle of pee began filling the light tan leather seat that Charlotte was sitting on.  It began to pool up and expand forward as Charlotte began to sob.

Lauren suddenly noticed the puddle that was beginning to spread in her vicinity and gasped.  But rather than scream at Charlotte or make a big deal about it, Lauren leaned down and hugged her best friend.  “Oh Charlotte, I’m very sorry that you couldn’t make it.”

Monica gasped.  “Lauren, you’re getting piss all over your Anne Fontaine Lorraine Shirt!”

Lauren ignored Monica and hugged Charlotte even more tightly.  “Monica, it’s just clothes!  Besides, I don’t see you comforting your best friend.  Jarvis, you need to hurry up! You will need to call a maid to clean the interior when we stop.  There’s been a little…accident back here.”

Jarvis nodded and began slowing down towards an area in front of the main entrance of the mansion.  “Miss Warren is leaking?  The poor miss!  I will stop immediately.”

Lauren nodded and focused her attention on Charlotte.  “It’s going to be okay Charlotte.  Don’t worry about this car.  Someone is going to clean it, okay?”

Jarvis smiled.  “Miss Ashcroft, you have the heart of an angel.  God bless you!”

Lauren nodded.  “And you too, Jarvis!”

Charlotte sighed while she sobbed.  “Why are you hugging me?  You are ruining that shirt!  It’s all wet!”

“Charlotte, don’t worry about my shirt,” Lauren said in the most compassionate voice.  “You’re like a sister to me.  No…More than a sister!!”

Charlotte produced more tears as she heard Lauren’s kind words spoken to her.  “You’re too kind, Lauren.  Thank you…”

“Oh, there’s no such thing Charlotte.” Lauren told her.  “All the kindness in the world would not be enough to fill eternity.  Can a drop of water quench a flame?  Can a crumb of food satisfy the deepest hunger?”

The white limousine stopped, and Charlotte looked eager to break loose from Lauren.

But Lauren stopped her.  “Don’t run.  I’m walking in with you.  I know of a nearby bathroom where you can clean up.”

Jarvis got out a phone and dialed a maid.  “Yes?  Mary Anne?  There’s a bit of a situation at Miss Ashcroft’s limo.  The interior’s quite damp around the seats.  Could you please clean it up?  Thank you.  I will see you in a few minutes.  Miss Ashcroft, Mary Anne is on her way to take care of it.”

Lauren smiled.  “Thanks Jarvis.  Now, I’m going to tend to my friend, okay?”

Jarvis nodded.  “Very good, Miss Ashcroft.  See to it that Miss Warren gets nice and clean!

Lauren walked beside Charlotte while Monica walked behind them.

“I’m going to find some clothing in your size, so you won’t have to touch your overnight bag,” Lauren told Charlotte.  “The groundskeepers, the ones that work the vineyard, the maids, the chefs…one of them has a daughter in middle school that is your size.  Go get a shower and I will place the clothes inside when I find them.”

Charlotte nodded as they approached the towering double doors to the mansion.

Lauren placed her thumbprint in an electronic scanner and the double doors automatically opened.

Charlotte glanced around and frowned.  “Where are my and Monica’s bags?”

Lauren glanced behind her.  “Mary Ann will bring them into my room after she finishes cleaning the inside of the limo.  It won’t take very long.  She does a very good job.”

Lauren guided Charlotte past the grand staircase to a full bathroom that was at the beginning of the west wing hallway.  “Wash up in there.  I will get you some clothes.”

Charlotte entered the bathroom and removed her clothes.  She turned on the shower and began to cry again.  That Lauren.  ‘I understand friendship, but Lauren takes the kindness to a whole new level.  It’s like she didn’t even care that she got her clothes wet!  I was her priority…’ Lauren’s friendship went beyond what would normally be expected of a friend.  It was more…sisterly.  Was Lauren like a sister to everyone?

As Charlotte was finishing, she could hear the sound of Lauren knocking.

“I found you some clothes!” Lauren announced.  “I wanted a style that was more you, but I couldn’t find anything that matched that.  But I did find something.  Bridget is one of Mary Ann’s daughters and she’s in the seventh grade.  Bridget has a lot of extra clothing, so she was gracious to let you borrow some of hers.  This of course is no surprise as we buy all the clothing for the families of all the employees.”

‘Great.’ Charlotte thought to herself.  ‘I’m sharing clothing with a seventh grader.  I guess this is what I get for having a petite body…’

“But I think you will like the clothing!” Lauren’s voice continued.  “Coincidentally, the outfit almost matches mine, so we’ll match!  I got you a bra, new panties, a new shirt and a ribbed wool fit-flare mini skirt.  Both Monica and I will be in the Drawing Room if you need us.  I do hope that you enjoy your time here, Charlotte!”

The door opened and finally closed.  Charlotte turned off the shower and pulled back the curtain, hoping that the middle school clothing wasn’t too juvenile for her.

Charlotte glanced at the pile of clothing that was neatly laid on the floor near the door to the bathroom.  To her surprise, the clothing looked very stylish.

Charlotte finished drying off her upper area and picked up a white padded push-up bra.  She was impressed at the soft contours and how fancy it looked.  She put it on, and it seemed to fit her perfectly.  She didn’t know how Lauren correctly guessed her breast size, but she was guessing that this Bridget had a pretty similar build.

Next was the panties.  Like the bra, they were similar in their elegance.  The front tag read “Miu Miu” and the color was a dark blue grey.  The fabric was very soft, like cashmere.  ‘Wait a second.  Is this cashmere?’  If it was, then these panties had to be very expensive.  ‘Oh, I better as HELL not piss in these.’  Charlotte silently thought to herself as she slid the elegant briefs up her legs toward her waist.

Charlotte glanced at the mirror for a second was convinced that she looked like a Victoria’s Secret model with the bra and panty combo.  Her face looked a little more clear, as she was able to finally get the acne under control.

The shirt was next.  But it wasn’t just any white shirt.  When she picked it up, it felt soft like silk.  Silk ruffles and polyester.  It had a double ruffle placket finish with crystal buttons.  Crystal?  Is this crystal?  ‘Am I permitted to wear something this expensive?’  Due to the haziness of Charlotte’s repressed memories of the past, an outfit like this would be normal for Charlotte.  What Charlotte didn’t know was that the outfit that she was putting on was worth at least $5,000.  An expense that Charlotte wouldn’t even bat an eye at in her previous reality as a supermodel, which felt like a distant memory now.

Last, but not least, was one more garment that sat on the floor, which almost begged to be worn.  It was the ribbed wool fit-flare mini skirt that Lauren was talking about.  It was an Ebene color, which resembled a dark brown that was on the verge of becoming black.  Like the shirt that she put on, she felt undeserving of it as she pulled open the elastic and stepped into it, fitting it nicely around her waist.  ‘Yeah’. Charlotte thought to herself.  ‘Lauren was definitely wearing a similar outfit like this.  But she also said that her family buys all the clothing for her family.  Hmm…’

Charlotte exited the bathroom, carrying her sodden clothes and began to wad them up into a ball.  She didn’t know what to do with them, so she took them all the way into the drawing room.  As she walked down the corridors of the stately manor, she couldn’t help but recognize every room.  Virtually every memory that she had concerning this mansion began flooding back into her mind.  ‘I’ll just go with it this time!  These false memories are nothing more than part of the simulation.  When I’m unplugged and I make my escape, I will finally be free…’

Charlotte finally entered the drawing room after winding through what felt like a maze of corridors.  She found both Lauren and Monica, sitting at one of the tables.  She glanced at Lauren’s outfit and back at hers, letting out a quiet gasp.  ‘Coincidence?  Maybe.  Or it’s just the simulation.’

When Lauren saw the wet clothes that Charlotte was holding, she sighed.  “Charlotte, you didn’t need to bring that in here!  One of the maids will wash all that for you, okay?  It was really my fault for forgetting to get those clothes to them but I was preoccupied in getting you some clean clothes since I know that both mine and Monica’s clothing are too big for you.  Here.  I will call a maid.”

Lauren dialed a maid on her cellphone, who answered immediately.

“Hello?” Lauren said.  “Mary Anne?  It’s me again.  So you just finished delivering the luggage of my two friends to my room?  Well, I have another favor to ask of you.  You know the limo interior that you just finished cleaning?  Charlotte still has the clothes from that incident.  Could you please come to the drawing room to pick them up?  I apologize to not getting them to you sooner, as I was trying to find some clean clothing for Charlotte.  Oh, and while we’re on that subject, thank you very much for asking your daughter to lend Charlotte a set of her clothes.  Oh!  She said it was no big deal?  Well, tell Bridget I said thank you!  So yeah.  Please come to the drawing room and get Charlotte’s clothes washed for me.  You’re on your way?  Okay.  We’ll sit tight until you arrive.  Thank you, Mary Ann!  Bye!”

Lauren and Monica talked amongst themselves about school while they waited for the maid to arrive.

A few minutes later, a maid that was just a little shorter than Lauren approached her.

“At your service, Miss Ashcroft.” Mary Ann said, as she curtsied herself in front of Lauren.

Lauren shook her head.  “No.  There is no need to bow or curtsy.  You are a friend among our family so we’re all equals, okay?”

Mary Ann nodded.  “Yes.  Always the typical response from you, Miss Ashcroft.  You indeed have a heart of gold.  Now for the favor.  I heard that there is a miss that is in need of some clothes that need washing?”

Charlotte shyly nodded and handed the maid the small pile of sodden clothes.

Mary Ann held the clothes and nodded.  “Ah.  Miss Warren.  I will get right to the task of washing up your clothes and making them smell more beautiful than a spring garden!  You three girls, you all have fun.”

Lauren smiled.  “You have fun too, Mary Ann!”

Mary Ann nodded.  “I will, Miss Ashcroft.  If there is anything else that you need of me, please do not hesitate to call.  Good evening to you, Miss Ashcroft, Miss Warren, and you too, Miss Swanson!” Mary Ann joyfully skipped out of the room holding Charlotte’s soaked clothing.

Monica smirked, almost laughing to which Lauren responded with a playful jab.

“Mary Ann loves her job!” Lauren explained.  “She’s well worth the wages that my father pays her.  Now, let’s go up to my room.”

The three girls all left the drawing room, with Lauren leading the way.  Instead of taking the stairs, they took the nearby glass elevator, which took them to the third floor.

“I still can’t believe that you live on the fourth-floor penthouse,” Monica said, grinning.

Lauren shrugged her shoulders.  “It’s actually just me and my dad.  He’s lonely in his master bedroom and I’m lonely in mine across the hall.  It’s why I always look forward to Victor coming over and these sleepovers!  This way.”  Lauren led her two friends to another elevator on the third floor.  It was the only elevator that went to the penthouse level.  A door that led to an emergency staircase was nearby it.  The three girls entered the elevator.  Monica was about to press the button when Lauren grabbed her hand, stopping her.  “No.  Let Charlotte press it!”

“Thanks Lauren,” Charlotte said with a grin as she nodded.  She pressed the fancy button that read “4” on it.  The elevator ascended upward to the fourth story of the Ashcroft Estate.

When the elevator door opened, Charlotte saw what looked like a reception area around the area near the elevator.  From the elevator, there was a set of two doors on either side of the large penthouse corridor.

“This is my dad’s side,” Lauren said, pointing to the doors on the left.  She then pointed to the doors on the right.  “And this is my side.  The penthouse has six rooms.  Well, technically closer to 10 but you knew that already.  Just your standard quarters.  Both sides each have a master bedroom, a master bathroom, and a study.  My grandpa used to use this as the servant’s quarters, but they have been relocated to the second floor.  Let’s go in.”

Charlotte followed Lauren and Monica into Lauren’s master bedroom.  Despite Charlotte clearly remembering all of the past memories at Ashcroft Estate, she was still blown away by the size of Lauren’s room.  It felt more like a great room or living room instead of a bedroom.  Lauren’s king size bed sat on one corner of the room, near two windows, covered in silk white comforters and pillow shams.  Two other king size beds sat further down, each with their own nightstands and were decorated similar to Lauren’s bed.  A mini kitchenette area sat in another corner with an island with four different raised seats that were all circular in design like bar seats.  A large bookshelf sat next to a couch, which was also near an enormous walk-in closet, which felt like walking into a normal-sized master bedroom.  Near the bookshelves were a few modeling mannequins and near the door to the walk-in closet was the door that led to the master bathroom.  Yes, the bedroom was still very familiar in Charlotte’s mind, but it still felt like a presidential suite to her.  “So this is the Ashcroft Hotel?” Charlotte said with a smirk.

Lauren nodded.  “Charlotte, it’s better than that because all of my guests get to stay here free of charge.  And you know what?  I actually feel very uncomfortable keeping all this to myself.  So Charlotte, Monica, my room is your room.  I want this room to feel just as much like home for you as it does for me.”

Charlotte nodded, finding her overnight bag and purse sitting on top of the bed that she usually used at Lauren’s.  The bed on the far end next to Monica’s but right near the bookshelf with the couch.

Monica sighed as she glanced at Lauren’s suite of a room.  “So what do we do now, Lauren?”

Lauren shook her head. “What do we do?  Both of you are my guests so you get to decide!  But I recommend that Charlotte goes first.  What do you want us to do first, Charlotte?”

Charlotte was unpacking her overnight bag, pulling various clothing and toiletries out until she found her stuffed friend.  She carried him and carefully placed him down so that he rested on one of the pillows.

Lauren smiled.  “Aw.  So you brought Bobo?”

Monica nodded.  “Lauren, she brings that stuffed bear every time.”

“So?” Lauren told her.  “It’s no different than my stuffed bunny Bonnie.  Now granted I don’t sleep with her much anymore, Bonnie is still there when I need her.  Lauren pointed to a small box that had a pair of grey bunny ears sticking out of it.

Monica smiled.  “I remember that.  You slept with Bonnie every night until you were a freshman.”

“And they were years well spent!” Lauren argued.  “My…my mother gave me Bonnie just a year before she passed away.  And when I look at Bonnie, I think of my mother all the time…”  A few tears began to come out of Lauren’s eyes.  “Sorry.  I just had to let it out.”

“Don’t apologize.” Monica told her.  “We’re girls, so crying is normal.”

Lauren nodded.  “Boy or girl, I don’t think it matters who cries.  Tears are a sign of strength!”  She returned her focus to Charlotte, who carefully zipped her overnight bag shut.  “So what will it be, Charlotte?”

Charlotte pointed to her swimsuit.  “Let’s go swimming first before eating.  And Monica can make the next decision.”

Monica smiled.  “Yeah.  We should have one of your famous dinners afterwards.”

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Lauren skipped over to the door and opened it.  “Oh.  Hi father!”

Monica smiled.  “Mr. Ashcroft?”

Mr. Ashcroft nodded.   “I don’t need the pleasantries.  Please call me Michael.  Now I was up here since I just finished work for the day, and I wanted to see what you girls were up to.  Were you going to be having dinner?”

Lauren shook her head.  “No father.  We’re going to go swimming first!”

Mr. Ashcroft gave them a warm smile.  “I was just about to do that myself, but I will give you girls your space.  From what the groundskeeper told me, the pool has just been treated and maintenance has just been finished on the water slide.  I will do my laps in the outdoor pool instead while you girls have fun in the indoor one.”

“Was it Bradford?” Lauren asked him.

Michael nodded.  “Yes.  And I gave him a nice bonus for doing such a wonderful job with the upkeep of the pool and his wonderful leadership of the other grounds staff.  He can enjoy his fresh Ashcroft wine tonight.  He can even help himself to one of the older bottles in the cellar.  Now, I was asking about dinner because our family chef just gave me an excellent idea.  Italian.  All the finest dishes and desserts.  And as per our custom, no leftovers.  The gatekeeper just informed me of my usual clientele that are just starving for another meal.”

“Is it the Tiffins?” Lauren said with a gasp.  “They are such a nice family.  It’s quite a shame that the father was laid off.  He’s got a wife and three young kids to raise!”

Michael smiled.  “Not anymore, Laurie. Tonight, I will be surprising Mr. Tiffin with a job offer.  Not only will he get some leftover Italian food, but I will offer him a sign-on bonus plus an additional year salary bonus that would match his last place of employment.”

Charlotte gasped.  It now became clear where Lauren got her kind-hearted attitude from.  Her father was no different, as she learned every one of her good traits from him.

Lauren smiled with excitement.  “Oh!  Please let the Tiffins stay the night here, too!” She then turned to Charlotte, who looked shocked.  “Everyone, this is normal.  My father and I love helping people all the time.”

“They will be staying in a guest room on the third floor.” Michael told her.  The maid has already ordered a delivery of some hygiene items that the family needs.  Diapers for the youngest and training pants for the middle child.  Now, I’m going to begin my swim.  You girls have fun!”

Michael left the room leaving the three girls to get ready for their fun swim at the swimming pool.

Charlotte changed into another dark blue floral one-piece bathing suit while Lauren and Monica each changed into two-piece swimming suits.  Lauren’s was a light blue and Monica’s was orange.

As Charlotte entered the swimming pool with her friends, she was amazed at how much larger the swimming pool was compared to Monica’s.  It looked like a four-seasons pool that you would find at a five-star hotel.  But this one was equipped with a waterslide that flowed in a fun spiral pattern around the back of the pool area.  The spa was also enormous and could hold at least 30 people.  The sauna could hold at least 10 people.  Charlotte was speechless as she felt a mixture of amazement and familiarity at the same time.  Amazement since Charlotte knew that she had never actually been to Lauren’s before.  Familiarity since the memories somehow reminded her of all the times that she had been to this pool in the past.  As real as the memories felt to Charlotte, there was no denying that Charlotte has been to this swimming pool before.

Charlotte stepped in with her friends.  As she waded into the deep end, Charlotte suddenly felt an urge to pee again.  ‘Already?  I just pissed all over the inside of Lauren’s limo.  Am I going to need to get out and deal with this?’

Charlotte began to wade back toward the shallow end as her relaxed bladder began to release everything into the pool.  She left a very warm spot in her wake, which Lauren (and unfortunately) Monica seemed to catch wind of.

Lauren looked at her best friend with concern.  She didn’t want to say anything that would embarrass Charlotte this time.

But Lauren didn’t have to, as Monica made the announcement instead.  “Gee Charlotte, did you really have to go and piss yourself again?  And didn’t this pool just get treated?”

Charlotte’s face became as red as a tomato as she began to look away from her two friends.

“Monica!” Lauren shouted.  “That was NOT a nice thing to say to Charlotte at all.  Can you apologize?  Charlotte cannot help it!”

Monica sighed.  “Sorry Char….”

Charlotte sadly nodded.  Lauren was right.  Charlotte just couldn’t help it and she felt as if her body was betraying her more and more every single day.  Wasn’t this the Charlotte that had the “Cast Iron Bladder”?  The Charlotte that could hold her bladder longer than any of her friends?  Even during modelling shoots, Charlotte secretly held in her bladder just to get the shots done before heading to the nearest bathroom.  Her Beverly Hills mansion had no incontinence products of any kind.  No plastic mattress protectors.  Charlotte’s bladder was indeed “cast iron” and once she closed it, nothing could escape.

But now Charlotte didn’t know what to believe anymore.  A cast iron bladder?  That felt like a lie to her now.  Maybe it was a lie all along.  Maybe it was…the simulation.  The clues!  The mystery!  Charlotte knew that she had to return to solving the mystery after the sleepover, as she needed to escape the simulation (if there even was one to begin with) and return to her normal self and her normal life.  Charlotte began to sigh as another small stream of pee began to escape her without any conscious effort.  Her peaceful bladder was doing nothing at helping Charlotte hold anything in right now.

“Besides,” Lauren continued.  “Father said that the pool was just treated so the chlorine will take care of her pee.”

Monica sighed.  “Just try not to do it again, Char.  I don’t want to swim in your piss.  I get it.  You can’t control it.  But you at least have to try.”

Charlotte nodded.  She wanted to try, but it was as if her bladder gave up on her.  “Yeah,” she told her best friend.  “I will try.”  Charlotte wished that she felt confident when she said that, but it felt like just a hallow promise.

Charlotte’s hallow promise was broken later on when Charlotte was swimming down the water slide.  When it was her turn, she could feel everything escaping her again as the current from the water slide carried her down.  But since she was the last to go, neither Lauren nor Monica would know of her accident.

Dinner simply felt like heaven as the girls all helped themselves to the Italian food after Michael said the blessing.  Both Michael and Lauren seemed equally enthusiastic about it as well while Charlotte and Monica just thought of it as routine.

Sitting next to Michael at the large banquet table were all the members of the Tiffin family.  The father sat next to Michael with the mother, who was feeding the youngest a bottle in a highchair since the baby boy couldn’t eat most of the Italian food.  Being respectful of this, Michael provided the mother with some Cheerios, goldfish crackers, and tubs of applesauce for the little one and for the middle child as well (a four-year old girl), who could eat most of what the adults were able to eat.

Mr. Tiffin was in tears when Michael presented him a slip of paper which was his job offer.  Mrs. Tiffin joined her husband’s weeping, as they were both overjoyed about the wonderful future that awaited them, thanks to Mr. Ashcroft.

“How can I ever repay you?” Mr. Tiffin said, wiping off his tears with the tissues that were provided for him.

“There is absolutely no need,” Michael told him.  “Even if you did have some kind of repayment, I would not accept it.  The best people to help are those who can’t afford to repay.  All I ask is that you go and do likewise, as there are a number of those are in an even worse state than your family.”

“Oh, I will!” Mr. Tiffin shouted with joy.  “I just don’t understand it!  Super wealthy people like you usually don’t care about people like us.”

“Oh, but there are.” Michael said, smiling.  “Believe me, Mr. Tiffin.  Yes.  Many people in my position are quite stingy.  But I see all of it as an opportunity.  An opportunity to help someone less fortunate.”

The conversation continued as Charlotte and her friends all finished their Italian food.  The spaghetti was delicious and the cannelloni was simply divine.  The rich buttery breadsticks, the various pasta samplers, the tiramisu, and the cannoli.  All of it was a wonderful dining experience.

Since Charlotte was next, she decided that they all binge a bunch of episodes of America’s Next Top Model.  So that is just what they did.

After Charlotte changed into her “nighttime protection” and all the girls changed into their sleepwear, they were ready for the marathon.

After about two hours of episodes, Lauren began to rub her eyes.

“Feel free to continue the marathon,” Lauren told her other two friends.  “But I am tired.  Don’t let me deprive you of your fun.  Good night!”

When Charlotte decided to join Lauren in going to bed, Monica decided to end the marathon and join them.

Once up in the penthouse level, they were now all in Lauren’s “suite” bedroom, each sitting on their beds before it was lights out.

Charlotte glanced at Lauren, who appeared to have two books on her bed.  The one that she was holding was a large leather book.  “Whatcha reading?”

Lauren smiled.  “I’m reading a passage in John.  I always have a nighttime devotional before bed.”

Charlotte scratched her head. “John?”

Lauren nodded.  “Yes.  It’s in the New Testament.”

Charlotte pointed to the smaller book on the bed.  “And that book?”

“It’s a prayer book with a journal in the back,” Lauren explained.  “After my devotional, I pick a few prayers and pray them before bed.  Do you need any prayer tonight, Charlotte?  If you do, please let me know.  I already have an idea of what you need prayer for.”

Charlotte nodded.  The level of Lauren’s devoutness reminded her of how her mother was.  But hey!  Lauren seems perfectly happy living like this, so Charlotte didn’t feel offended or ashamed of her best friend’s unwavering devotion to keeping the faith.  While she did have a request for Lauren, it just didn’t make sense to tell her.  ‘How would I tell her to pray that God would get me back to my normal age?’  Lauren just wouldn’t believe Charlotte’s predicament.  So instead of telling her, she just sighed.  “I’m fine Lauren.”

Lauren nodded.  “You don’t have to tell me, Charlotte.  I’ll be praying.”

Minutes later, after Lauren finished her devotional and praying, Lauren turned out the lights and the girls went to bed.

As Charlotte began to blink, she could hear the sound of a box rustling and could faintly make out the dark silhouette of what looked like Lauren holding some kind of stuffed animal.  ‘Ah.’ Charlotte silently smiled.  ‘She’s holding Bonnie.’ She then grabbed Bobo and smiled.   ‘Do you hear that, Bobo?  Lauren is still on good terms with Bonnie.’

But Bobo smiled, as if he already knew of Lauren’s and Bonnie’s continued friendship.

And since Charlotte could not tell Lauren her prayer request, she silently prayed it herself.  ‘God, please help me to get back to my normal age.  Amen.’

Just seconds later, Charlotte was snoring, tightly embracing Bobo in her arms.

[diaper24/7]

Another great chapter to read.

[Mary Moon]

Charlotte's bladder is getting worse, i think her mother will advise her to wear pullups during the day too

This chapter made me think that Lauren might have something to do with what's happening to Charlotte, but her generosity seems genuine. The main suspect remains Claire

[PamperedPrince]

On 11/14/2024 at 10:29 PM, diaper24/7 said:

Another great chapter to read.

Thanks!

On 11/14/2024 at 10:30 PM, Mary Moon said:

Charlotte's bladder is getting worse, i think her mother will advise her to wear pullups during the day too

This chapter made me think that Lauren might have something to do with what's happening to Charlotte, but her generosity seems genuine. The main suspect remains Claire

It could be Lauren but we'll just have to see!  Now what you have been waiting for...

 

 

Chapter 20

A large beam of sunlight drenched the penthouse of the Ashcroft Estate.  A portion of the beam was now resting on Charlotte’s eyes.  Charlotte yawned, tossing and turning as she began to awaken.  She could feel the swollen gelled-up squishiness of her nighttime Depends.  ‘Soaked it again.’ Charlotte murmured in her mind. What Charlotte could remember before that was waking up while it was still dark.  She really had to pee but was only half awake. So Charlotte released her bladder and fell back asleep, soaking her Depend Night Defense garment.

Charlotte glanced past the bed where Monica was still sleeping to see Lauren still enraptured in her peaceful slumber. Lauren was holding Bonnie in her arms and smiling.  At this, Charlotte smirked. “Was she telling the truth?” she spoke softly. “From what I see, she still needs her Bonnie every night. But there’s nothing wrong with that, is there, Bobo?”

Bobo smiled, as if his expression meant “Yes Charlotte, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

Charlotte got up and took her overnight bag into the master bathroom that was near the walk-in closet.  The bathroom was enormous, with a tub in one corner.  And while basically every full bathroom had a shower, Lauren’s had a shower room.  Shower jets lined the interior of the shower room, with digital temperature controls and music that would allow the shower jets to spray out to the tune of the music.  A drain sat in the center of the room.

Charlotte undressed herself and entered the reinforced glass door of the shower room.  Mozart began playing as streams of hot water began blasting out of the row of jets to the tune of the music.  She pressed the shampoo button and a small tube protruded from the wall, releasing a glob of shampoo over her head.  The synchronized shower jets did their job in rinsing the shampoo out of her long black hair.  She pressed the conditioner button and a similar jet protruded from the wall, dispensing conditioner onto her hair.  After that, she pressed the soap button, resulting in larger tubes blasting out foamed up liquid soap which covered her body from head to toe. All this was done in style as each of the shower room’s functions was done in tune with Mozart.

Charlotte left the shower room and dried off with two towels before dressing herself in a bluish gray bra, pink panties, a pale blue shirt with pink hearts all over it, and pink denim pants.  She wadded up her nighttime Depends and threw it away in the trash bin and left the bathroom carrying her overnight bag, deciding that she’ll work on her makeup in one of Lauren’s mirrors.  Her hair was already done since she decided to wear it down today.

Lauren was now up, in just her bra and pajama bottoms.  She was holding her night shirt and her other clothes that she was wearing for the day.  Due to Lauren being about five inches taller than Charlotte, Charlotte once again saw the noticeable difference between the size of her breasts and Lauren’s.

Charlotte smiled as she passed Lauren.  “Nice shower.” She told her.

Lauren grinned. “Yeah. It is, isn’t it?  It’s a shower room.  My father has one too. I really like the music feature.  I’ll see you downstairs for breakfast!”

The girls were now downstairs, all enjoying breakfast in the dining room.  Each of their plates were filled with eggs, bacon, sausage, and potatoes.

“So you finally got the money, Lauren?” Monica asked her.

Lauren nodded.  “Yup.  I had a meeting with a few attorneys and the one that managed my mother’s estate.  Everything in her will was reviewed and now $2.1 billion has been released into my accounts.

Monica finished another mouthful of potatoes.  “That’s good!  Doesn’t your father have a lot more than that?”

Lauren gave Monica a thoughtful glance.  “Yeah.  I believe that he has $83 billion in assets.”

Charlotte just listened as she continued to eat her breakfast.  While staying at Lauren’s was fun, her attention was now shifted over to her responsibilities later on.  She would be watching Heather and Allison once again while her mother continued the tradition of spending the evening with her Aunt Darlene and Uncle Daniel.

Unlike the trip to the Ashcroft Estate, Charlotte’s trip back home was accident free, but she did have a close call resulting in an urgent trip to the bathroom before she could even unpack her things from Lauren’s.  She both peed and pooped and finished up in the bathroom.

That afternoon, Charlotte intended to make more progress on her theories.  But all of Charlotte’s attention was diverted when she saw The Ringmaster Chronicles sitting on top of her stack of books.  She spent the rest of the afternoon reading this instead of working on her theories.  She managed to get all the way to the last chapter of The Midgy before it was time to go to her Aunt Darlene’s.

That evening, Charlotte was met with an unfortunate surprise when she heard Allison wailing from the baby monitor.  When Charlotte entered Allison’s room, her nose could immediately detect a foul stench that was coming from Allison’s crib.  ‘Great.  Just great.  And I just changed her too!’

Charlotte now had a very fussy Allison laying on the changing table with her body strapped in so that Charlotte could change her.  Charlotte carefully placed the pacifier in Allison’s mouth to calm her down.  The diaper was open, revealing the poopy mess that was spread from end to end.  It was a total blowout.  And that made perfect sense since Allison didn’t poop all day.  Charlotte was now quickly wiping up all the poop using numerous baby wipes.  Right after Allison was wiped clean, she laid her on another nighttime diaper.  She rolled up the stinky bean burrito and fastened both tapes onto the cloth backing, turning it into a wadded-up stinky ball.

After that, Charlotte applied barrier cream all over Allison before rubbing lotion all over Allison’s diaper area.  Her crotch, butt, and other sensitive areas down there.  She then liberally shook the baby powder covering Allison in it before sealing the diaper shut between her legs and fastening both tapes around her waist.  “You had to go through another one, didn’t you?” Charlotte sighed.  “Let’s get another onesie and pajamas on you and get you back to bed, you poopy girl.” Charlotte teased.

Allison’s white onesie and star and moon footed sleeper had poop stains on it, due to her “blowout”.  Charlotte threw those clothes into the dirty clothes hamper and dressed Allison into a pink cotton onesie.  She dressed Allison into a footed sleeper with zoo animals on it.  She then placed Allison back in her crib, kissed her, tucked her in and spun the mobile around and continued playing the soothing sounds which would put Allison back to sleep.

Charlotte left the room and let out a sigh of relief.  The babysitting, like other Saturdays, went pretty well today.  While Heather was very easy to work with, Allison was the one that required the most maintenance.  Four daytime diaper changes, two different feedings.  Four different tantrums to manage.

And that was only part of it.  And with Allison’s fifth diaper change complete, she was now finally in bed and the least of Charlotte’s worries.

As Charlotte walked downstairs, she smiled when she thought of the fun that she had with Heather today.  They played four different games of Candyland (with Heather winning every time), played Barbie racing and Barbie fashion show (did she get this idea from something that she saw on TV?) played dress-up where Heather wanted to walk around in four different beautiful dresses, and, of course, watch a few episodes of Blue’s Clues during dinner.  All during this time, Heather did not once need to be reminded to use the potty.  Heather got up herself and ran to the bathroom, showing her complete mastery over the potty (something that was making Charlotte jealous of her younger cousin).

That night, Heather was able to wear her big girl panties to bed, since Aunt Darlene told Charlotte that Heather had not had a nighttime accident in over two weeks.  As additional assurance, Charlotte was also reminded that Heather has been completely accident-free for nearly a month at daycare.  ‘Well cuz, that’s something that you need to teach me now,’ Charlotte joked in her mind.  ‘It’s been more than a week since I have been able to have one dry night.’

Charlotte was now in the living room, glancing at a paused episode of Blue’s Clues.  She unpaused it and lounged on the couch, getting completely engrossed in the rerun of the fun children’s show.   “Mail time…” Charlotte said, yawning as her heavy eyes began to droop.

Charlotte woke up from what felt like a deep sleep to feel some moisture beneath her.  “Wait…Did I spill some water on the couch?”

But when Charlotte stood up, she realized that it was more than just “some moisture” that was on the couch.  A large wet patch was all over the middle cushions of the couch.  And to dispel her “spilled water” theory, her half full glass of water was sitting on the coffee table.  Charlotte could also feel the cold moisture against her skin from the moist panties glued around her legs and crotch.

“No!” Charlotte shouted softly.  “If Aunt Darlene finds out about this, I am so dead!

Charlotte paused the episode of Blue’s Clues and turned off the TV.  “What am I going to do?  Heather is already in bed…” A lightbulb went off in Charlotte’s head.  “Ah!  Heather!  But I’m going to have to hurry!  They could be coming home any minute!”

Charlotte quickly yet cautiously made her way up the stairs, glancing at her dress to see if there are any pee stains.  Fortunately, her dress was big enough to cover up her underwear, so she won’t be found out.

Charlotte very delicately opened the door to Heather’s room and walked over towards her dirty clothes hamper.  She dug her hands into the clothes to find the outfit that Heather wore that day: A white shirt with a pink glittery heart on it.  A pair of pink cotton pants with an elastic waistband.  And of course, Heather’s dry Disney Frozen underwear.  She was in her Moana underwear since Heather always put on new underwear after her nightly bath.  She even grabbed a pair of Heather’s white socks to give the impression that Heather soaked the couch bad enough to need her entire outfit replaced.  And since Heather played dress up, there were a few extra discarded dresses in the hamper as a perfect coverup for what she wore after her “accident”.

Charlotte then rummaged inside Heather’s dresser.  Fortunately, there were still a couple of nighttime Pull-Ups inside.  She woke Heather up and began pulling down her pajama bottoms.

“Why do you have that Pull Up?” Heather asked Charlotte.

Charlotte sighed.  She didn’t want to do this to Heather, but she had to.  “It’s in case you have an accident, Heather Bee.”

Heather shook her head defiantly.  “No!  I use potty at night!  I’m a big girl now!”

But Charlotte was already pulling down Heather’s Moana underwear.  “Your mommy will want you to be in the Pull-Up’s, honey.” Charlotte said, trying to console her cousin.  “Now, stand still and let’s get this on.”

Heather now felt like she couldn’t argue anymore.  “Fine! But I still use the potty tonight!  It going to be dry!”  She pouted while Charlotte pulled the nighttime Pull-Up up her waist before she pulled her pajama bottoms back up.

Charlotte kissed Heather on the forehead and then picked up Heather’s daytime outfit.  She then left the room.  “Good night, Heather!”

“Hmmph!” Heather pouted.

Charlotte bunched up Heather’s daytime outfit into a ball and quietly walked out of her bedroom carrying it.  She was halfway out the door when she could hear the voice of Aunt Darlene in her head.  “Why would you wash just one outfit?  You might as well have washed her entire laundry together!”

Charlotte returned to the hamper and grabbed it.  Heather was still quietly pouting and avoiding eye contact with Charlotte.  Charlotte walked outside, carrying the hamper downstairs and then down to the basement where the washer and dryer were.  Charlotte then dumped the hamper into the washer and piled Heather’s daytime clothes on top of it.  She added the detergent and fabric softener and began the laundry cycle.

No sooner than Charlotte went upstairs was exactly when the door opened.

Aunt Darlene entered with Uncle Daniel and Darcy right behind her.

“We’re home!” Aunt Darlene said smiling.  She glanced over at where the couch was and gasped.  “Oh my!  The couch is all wet!  Can you tell me what happened, Charlotte?”

Charlotte nodded and maintained her composure while she began telling her lie to her aunt.  “You see, Aunt Darlene…I was making dinner and Heather was sitting on the couch watching Blue’s Clues.”

“And she peed all over the couch?” Aunt Darlene gasped.  “It’s not possible!  My dear Heather has not had an accident in a long time!”

Charlotte nodded, feigning a very sad look.  “I know.  She was very upset about it when it happened.  She’s so sad that she doesn’t even want to talk to you about it!”  Charlotte could not believe the words that were coming out of her mouth.  ‘Was I really actually throwing my four-year-old cousin under the bus? ‘ “When I put her to bed tonight, I had to use one of the nighttime Pull-Up’s just to be safe, okay?”

Aunt Darlene stared at the pee-stained couch and nodded.  “Good call, Charlotte.  Now what about the laundry?  What did you do with her outfit that she peed on?”

Charlotte glanced towards the basement.  “I didn’t just want to wash just the outfit, since that would be wasteful.  Instead, I washed all of her laundry.  There are even a few nice dresses in there since we played dress up earlier.”

Aunt Darlene gasped.  “Now did Heather pee on the dresses too?”

Charlotte shook her head.  “She played dress up before dinner.  The accident happened during dinner.”

“Just the one on the couch then?” Aunt Darlene asked, pointing to the couch.

Charlotte nodded.  “Yes.  She was also upset about being put in the Pull-Up, but I said that she wanted you to wear it.”

Aunt Darlene nodded.  “Absolutely.  After peeing all over that couch, we are not risking a wet bed.  You know?  I really thought that Heather completely mastered potty training.  But that’s not going to be the case anymore.  Starting tomorrow, I am putting her back in diapers.”

Darcy sighed.  “You know, Aunt Darlene?  I can remember experiencing some similar setbacks with Charlotte.  She was having a very good streak and then she started to pee on everything.  The couch.  Her bed.  Even the chairs at daycare.  I assure you that you are making the right choice.  And good call, Charlie dear.”

Charlotte nodded.  “I guess that some kids are just not ready.”

Before Aunt Darlene could formulate a response, she heard the sound of Allison crying on the baby monitor.

Aunt Darlene smiled.  “Ah!  It looks like my little princess knows that I’m home!  She probably needs a diaper change.  But little does Allie know that she won’t be the only one wearing diapers tomorrow.  Right Charlie?”

“Yeah.  Ha ha.” Charlotte said, trying to contain her nervousness.  Charlotte’s underwear now felt slimy as she felt another slight urge to pee.  A tiny droplet of pee dripped out and began to run down her legs, which gave Charlotte goosebumps and chills down her spine.

Darcy glanced at Charlotte as Aunt Darlene quickly handed Charlotte the babysitting money.  “Maybe we should leave while your Aunt Darlene is taking care of Allison.”  She glanced toward the staircase.  “Thanks for the fun tonight, sis!”

“Anytime, sis!” Darlene’s voice returned from atop the staircase.

As Charlotte walked home with her mom, she could feel the slight breeze of the air against her cold wet underwear.  Each gust of air that blew against her underwear further reminded Charlotte of her accident.  And also the lie that she told her aunt.  ‘I actually threw my toddler cousin under the bus!’ she shamefully thought.

After Charlotte got home, she casually made her way upstairs and closed the door to her bedroom.  She slipped off her soaked panties and buried them in her dirty clothes hamper.  She then put on a dry pair of panties.  She was just slipping them on all the way when she heard a knock and then her door opening.

Darcy approached Charlotte with a concerned look.  “Char honey?” She asked her.  “I know that there was that accident back at Aunt Darlene’s, but can you pull up your dress?”

Charlotte pulled up her dress to reveal her dry panties.

Darcy nodded.  “Okay.  I just wanted to make sure that you weren’t the culprit.  So it really was Heather, honey?”

Charlotte nodded.  “Yes mom.  She was really sad when it happened.”

Darcy glanced at Charlotte, her face turning to concern when she thought of Heather.  “Yes honey.  I can imagine how upset she is.  All that progress and she pees all over the couch!  It’s a setback dear.  You have had setbacks before when you were her age.  Now we don’t want a wet bed tonight, so please put your protection on.  Good night, Charlie dear.”  Darcy kissed Charlotte on the forehead and left the room.

“Phew!” Charlotte sighed with relief after her mother left.  ‘My mother almost found me out!  I’m glad I put my dry panties on.  Now to get ready for bed…’

Charlotte removed her panties and put her “nighttime protection” on.  She then dressed herself in a pink nightgown and turned off the lights.

Bobo was nestled next to one of the pillows, waiting for Charlotte to embrace him.  Charlotte picked him up and got into her bed, going underneath the covers until just her head was exposed.  To her knowledge, she was still 15 years old.  She was still a Sophomore.  And if nothing has changed for more than two weeks, maybe her shrinking has stopped.  Charlotte hoped this as she was greeted by some pleasant dreams.

[Mary Moon]

I fear that Charlotte may pay karma for her bad deed. She may get younger again

[PamperedPrince]

Mary and everyone else who is reading this,

I want to make it abundantly clear (If I have not done so already) that this story is a tribute and a homage to Olympiczero's original work that is The Ballet Slippers.  There are some clear similarities (as there are in a lot of inspired works) but also some differences in the characters and the setting.  Do go ahead and read the original work as Olympiczero has put so much time and hard work into it.  I am a big fan of the original work and I really want to pay tribute to it in some way.  That is why this story exists.  I was disappointed getting to the ending of the original story as all of it was binged in such a short time and I really enjoyed the slow-burn regression concept that the story had.

So as you continue reading this story, PLEASE keep that in mind.  This is a tribute story, and my own unique spin on the original story that is "The Ballet Slippers".

Thank you.  There will more chapters on this story based on the inspirational classic.

[Mary Moon]

3 hours ago, PamperedPrince said:

Mary and everyone else who is reading this,

I want to make it abundantly clear (If I have not done so already) that this story is a tribute and a homage to Olympiczero's original work that is The Ballet Slippers.  There are some clear similarities (as there are in a lot of inspired works) but also some differences in the characters and the setting.  Do go ahead and read the original work as Olympiczero has put so much time and hard work into it.  I am a big fan of the original work and I really want to pay tribute to it in some way.  That is why this story exists.  I was disappointed getting to the ending of the original story as all of it was binged in such a short time and I really enjoyed the slow-burn regression concept that the story had.

So as you continue reading this story, PLEASE keep that in mind.  This is a tribute story, and my own unique spin on the original story that is "The Ballet Slippers".

Thank you.  There will more chapters on this story based on the inspirational classic.

"The Ballet Slippers" is a nice story, even if i didn't like the final part very much. In my opinion, Charlotte's story has the potential to surpass it. If I have to give a personal opinion, in my opinion in "The Ballet Slippers" maybe the mistake was to make the protagonist too much of a child again, and this made the story less interesting in my opinion. Now i don't know if Charlotte will regress further but I would like her not to get too young, because i find the adolescent period in the stories more interesting than the childhood one, because there are the typical embarrassments, the crushes, etc..

 

[Night Rain]

Charlotte will have aged back again when she wakes up. Soon enough, she will get into major trouble when her mom, aunt, and uncle discover the truth of what she did to Heather.

[diaper24/7]

Karma is coming for her soon.😁

[PamperedPrince]

6 hours ago, Mary Moon said:

"The Ballet Slippers" is a nice story, even if i didn't like the final part very much. In my opinion, Charlotte's story has the potential to surpass it. If I have to give a personal opinion, in my opinion in "The Ballet Slippers" maybe the mistake was to make the protagonist too much of a child again, and this made the story less interesting in my opinion. Now i don't know if Charlotte will regress further but I would like her not to get too young, because i find the adolescent period in the stories more interesting than the childhood one, because there are the typical embarrassments, the crushes, etc..

 

While I have no intention to one-up an original work, I really appreciate how much you are enjoying this version of the story.

As for the matter of a character regressing to a certain age in the story, there is really an audience tailored to each age group.  Some (in your case) prefer older protagonists so that the character can deal with more mature issues in the story.

Others prefer Olympiczero's approach in having the character regress all the way down to that of a child (or arguably a toddler, but it is understood that both "toddler" and "child" can be used interchangeably).  In very much the way that you prefer the older protagonists that are right in adolescence, some prefer the character returning to an innocent and simpler period in their lives.  As for which direction I am going to go, that is part of the surprise.  One that I am not about to reveal as of yet.

3 hours ago, Night Rain said:

Charlotte will have aged back again when she wakes up. Soon enough, she will get into major trouble when her mom, aunt, and uncle discover the truth of what she did to Heather.

I believe that Charlotte has covered all her tracks here.  But what about Heather ratting her out, you say? If you have been paying close attention to the events in this story, you will see that this is not a possibility.  I am not going to say any more, as there are enough "clues" in the story to know how the events work.  Even Charlotte seems to know something about this regarding the events, and the cause and effect that she has been trying to figure out through her theories...

35 minutes ago, diaper24/7 said:

Karma is coming for her soon.😁

Yes indeed.  Karma does have its way of punishing those who can get away with something.  But how will it play out with Charlotte?  Stay tuned... 😉

 

There will be a new chapter on its way tomorrow...

[Mary Moon]

7 hours ago, PamperedPrince said:

While I have no intention to one-up an original work, I really appreciate how much you are enjoying this version of the story.

As for the matter of a character regressing to a certain age in the story, there is really an audience tailored to each age group.  Some (in your case) prefer older protagonists so that the character can deal with more mature issues in the story.

Others prefer Olympiczero's approach in having the character regress all the way down to that of a child (or arguably a toddler, but it is understood that both "toddler" and "child" can be used interchangeably).  In very much the way that you prefer the older protagonists that are right in adolescence, some prefer the character returning to an innocent and simpler period in their lives.  As for which direction I am going to go, that is part of the surprise.  One that I am not about to reveal as of yet.

I believe that Charlotte has covered all her tracks here.  But what about Heather ratting her out, you say? If you have been paying close attention to the events in this story, you will see that this is not a possibility.  I am not going to say any more, as there are enough "clues" in the story to know how the events work.  Even Charlotte seems to know something about this regarding the events, and the cause and effect that she has been trying to figure out through her theories...

Yes indeed.  Karma does have its way of punishing those who can get away with something.  But how will it play out with Charlotte?  Stay tuned... 😉

 

There will be a new chapter on its way tomorrow...

It's true, it's a matter of taste, but it must be said that from a narrative point of view, perhaps an adolescent story has more arrows in its bow than a children's story in my opinion, you have more space in which to move narratively.

probably writing a children's story and making it engaging is much more difficult. And then it loses all that thing of the protagonist's embarrassment that makes the stories a little more compelling and hot

It's probably my thing too, because i appreciate stories that have elements of pee desperation and embarrassmen  

[PamperedPrince]

Chapter 21

Charlotte spent all afternoon that Sunday poring over all the library books that she got on Alternate Realities and Comas.  The Ringmaster Chronicles was nothing more than a distraction and she knew if she opened it for just one second, she knew that there would be no researching for the remainder of the day.  Just countless hours spent reading more of the book.  The last chapter of The Midgy did sound quite tempting, but she knew that one thing would lead to another.  She would finish that chapter and then begin reading The Council of the Ring (which was the first book in The Ringmaster Chronicles trilogy).  Her insatiable appetite for The Ringmaster Chronicles would be unstoppable and nothing else would be accomplished.  This included her run. “My run!” Charlotte gasped.

The three hours that she spent on her research books proved useless, so Charlotte decided that she would be returning them all tomorrow.  All except for The Ringmaster Chronicles. This book would be renewed so she could continue her journey through the mysterious land of The Center World.

Charlotte was now stripping off her day clothes and changing into her pink sports bra.  She then put on a pink tanktop, another pair of pink panties (since she didn’t want to sweat up her daytime ones), some grey sweatpants, her tab socks, and her white sweatband.

After that came Charlotte’s favorite moment.  She sat in the chair and reached for her running shoes.  Her Bottega Venetas.  Her BV’s.  Her heart skipped a beat as she sank both her toes into the shoes.  And like every time she put them on, the fit was always perfect.  A mixture of excitement and ecstasy filled Charlotte as she began to lace up the shoes.  Despite the mileage that she has put into them already, the laces still looked brand new.  No.  The entire pair of shoes still looked brand new.  They were perfect and they now adorned Charlotte’s feet once again.

Charlotte could feel a warm sensation in her feet.  That warmth coursed through her legs, above her waist, and into her heart.  Charlotte felt entirely at home with her shoes.  As she stood up after tying them, they just felt so…good.  And it just felt so right!

Full of confidence, Charlotte jogged out of her room and down the stairs.

Darcy took notice of her daughter in her running gear and smiled.  “Going for a run, Char?”

Charlotte smiled and nodded.  “Yes mom.  Probably about 10 miles.  I’ll be back in about an hour!”

Darcy nodded as she began preparing a cold bottle of water for Charlotte.  “Enjoy your run, dear!”

Charlotte nodded and left the house, enjoying her effortless strides that she made as she ran in her running shoes.

Before Charlotte knew it, she was at the Langford running trail again.  Charlotte commenced her run and found herself whisked away to a marathon in London once again.  Like all the marathons in the surreal reality that Charlotte was transported to, she ended up being the victor every time.  Her speed was unmatched as she left the first place runner in the dust.  What was this unusual reality?  Charlotte didn’t know.  All she knew was that she was running the biggest marathons in the world.  And her loved ones were there every time, cheering her on.

Charlotte was back at the Langford running trail, still feeling the adrenaline from the high that she had from running those 10 miles.

Once back at home, Charlotte drank the water that her mother chilled for her in the freezer while she was gone.

Charlotte was then in the shower, washing the sweat from her successful run down the drain.  As she scrubbed everything clean, she thought about the week that was ahead of her.  All those library books would have to be returned.  ‘All except for The Ringmaster Chronicles.’ She smiled as she rinsed some conditioner out of her hair.

Charlotte was now in her bedroom, putting on her “nighttime protection”.  Yes, she hated having to wear an adult diaper to bed.  But her track record with staying dry at night hasn’t really been all that spotless lately.  She made herself comfortable, putting on her pink nightgown and turning off the light.

She got in her bed, tightly embracing her Bobo.

As Charlotte was getting comfortable in her bed, the door opened, and Charlotte could now feel a pair of hands running their fingers through her hair.  Her bed also felt a little heavier as someone was sitting next to her.

“Sweetie?” Darcy said, smiling as she ran her fingers through her daughter’s silky soft black hair.  “I just wanted to say how proud I am of you.”

Charlotte nodded, her eyes feeling heavily burdened with fatigue.  “Um, thanks mom…”

“That’s not all,” Darcy continued.  “I just wanted to inform you that you have a big day tomorrow.  The next week of your Senior Year begins!”

Charlotte’s heart skipped a beat.  ‘Did she say Senior Year?’

“I know that it’s a big deal for you, Charlie so please try to get plenty of rest.” Darcy said, now softly rubbing Charlotte’s back.  “You should manage tomorrow fine honey, so get some good sleep.  Good night, my star Senior!”  Darcy gave Charlotte a soft kiss on the forehead and left her bedroom.

Charlotte squealed in delight.  “A Senior?  Me?!  Does that mean that I am aging again?  So much for my theories.  I am finally getting back to normal!”

Charlotte fell asleep, feeling totally overwhelmed with excitement.

A big smile came across Charlotte’s face when she woke up.

The very first thing that she did was head to the bathroom and look in the mirror.  Sure enough, she noticed the changes right away.  Her breasts were bigger, and she definitely looked taller.  Her acne seemed a lot more diminished as well.

As Charlotte showered that morning, she glanced down at her breasts and nodded.  “Yup!  They’re definitely bigger!”

Another thing that Charlotte immediately noticed was that she really had to pee and she was somehow able to hold it.  She also noticed that her nighttime Depends was dry that morning.  This was good, since she was getting tired of wearing them.  Instead of her usual habit of peeing in the shower, she finished up, dried herself with a couple towels, and sat down on the toilet, releasing everything that she somehow managed to hold in the night before.

That’s when Charlotte realized that something even better was going on.  ‘If my bladder is improving then…’  “I’m getting older,” she said aloud.

Feeling in a very giddy mood, Charlotte decided to braid her hair into one ponytail.  She packed her things and went downstairs for breakfast.

At the breakfast table, Charlotte joyfully scarfed down her Golden Grahams and drank the milk residue.  She even had enough time to complete the word search for the paper.  In record time, she was able to circle every single one of the words.

Darcy smiled as she noticed the joy that was coming from her daughter.  There was a noticeable glow coming from Charlotte.  Not a visible one, but an energy that could be felt.  “Good morning, Senior!  You seem very happy this morning!”

Charlotte nodded.  “Yup!  I’m ready for a wonderful day, mom!”

“Then let’s get going, sweetheart.” Darcy told her.  “I have picked up another modeling gig to help pay for the housing expenses and your schooling.”

Charlotte smiled as she followed her mother to the garage with her backpack, duffel bag, and purse.  Since her childhood, her mother has always been the inspiration for her to begin modeling in the first place.  ‘And maybe,’ Charlotte thought.  ‘Maybe I will be even older tomorrow.’  Maybe.

Charlotte’s thoughts of ecstasy continued as she was driven to Langford.

Once at the school, she found Lauren and Monica standing next to each other.

“Hi!” Charlotte announced, giving her two friends the biggest smile.

“You seem very happy today Charlotte!” Lauren said, smiling herself.

“It had to be because of that awesome sleepover that we had,” Monica said with a smile.  “That, and your new boyfriend James…”

Lauren nodded.  “Yes.  We had to cancel our sleepover last week because of your date with him!”

Charlotte nodded as if every one of these new events were fact.  What did it matter?  History was now changing course.  The cosmic mystery that somehow eluded Charlotte was somehow correcting itself.  So instead of the date never happening, Charlotte has now dated James?! ‘Sure.  We’ll go with that.’  'Charlotte’s heart skipped a beat as she could now remember every tender kiss that James gave her.  It was just great.  His touch.  His gaze.  It was simply beautiful.  Charlotte was now laughing in her mind, realizing how ridiculous her theories sounded.  ‘A simulation?  Get real, Charlotte!  Wouldn’t there have been evidence to suggest that I WAS actually plugged in?’

The day began with Advanced Modeling with Mrs. Hampton.  Charlotte was very happy and satisfied that she could remember all the poses once again.  In fact, her execution of the poses was so perfect that they made Lauren seem bad.

“Wow…” Lauren whispered.  “Excellent execution, Charlotte!”

Charlotte smiled.  “Thanks Lauren.”

But it wasn’t just that Charlotte remembered all the poses.  But Charlotte was starting to remember every single fashion show.  Her modeling shoot for Vogue magazine.  Her trip to Paris for that special modeling assignment.  Her admission to becoming a Victoria’s Secret Angel!  Every single memory from her modeling career was now starting to become fresh in her mind.  Yet here she was, still a Senior student at Langford.  A student that had more than 10 years of her future very clear in her mind.  ‘It’s got to catch up, right?’

Charlotte’s day continued with her Track and Field Class, where she suddenly had to pee again.  But unlike other days, she managed to hold in her bladder for the entire class period.  Before she took her shower in the locker room, she went into a bathroom stall and released all her pee into the toilet.  ‘Cast iron bladder for the win!’ Charlotte happily thought.

Lunch came before Charlotte even knew it.  And she could not believe it!  James actually sat next to her and she was able to enjoy lunch with her.  Both Lauren and Monica gave Charlotte her space, as they both knew how important this new relationship was to Charlotte.  James looked equally happy looking at Charlotte, and they both discussed plans for the next date.

The rest of the day seemed to have gone by like a blur, and her mother picked her up from school.

Charlotte ran her three miles after school and enjoyed a dinner of Veal Parmesan, since her mother was trying out a new recipe.

As Charlotte was getting ready for bed, she gave her mother a curious glance.  “So mom,” Charlotte began.  “Aren’t you going to tell me to remember to wear my nighttime protection?”

Darcy gave Charlotte a funny look.  “Why would I do that, honey?  You don’t need any nighttime protection, do you?”

Charlotte was surprised, but she managed to maintain her normal countenance.  “You’re right, mom.  I do not.  It was a joke!”

Darcy gave Charlotte a teasing smile.  “That is unless you meant using protection on your new boyfriend.  You definitely want to keep it safe there.  You’re not ready to raise children yet, Char.  Also, he is not coming over tonight, is he?”

“Oh no mom!” Charlotte said in a serious tone.  “Good night!”

Darcy gave Charlotte a kiss on the forehead.  “Good night, honey.  I’m very glad that you had a good day.  Sleep well, Charlotte.  She left Charlotte’s bedroom and closed the door.

Charlotte checked her dresser for any evidence of her nighttime protection.  To her surprise, there was not a single Depend Night Defense garment anywhere to be found.

Charlotte smiled as she got into the covers and hugged her favorite stuffed bear.   The two words repeated in Charlotte’s mind. 

Sleep well. 

“Tomorrow’s going to be a great day,” Charlotte told Bobo.  “I can just feel it.  Good night, Bobo!”

Charlotte happily exhaled as she quickly fell asleep, looking forward to what tomorrow had in store.

[Night Rain]

Here's an odd thought: What if Bobo is causing all the odd changes in Charlotte's life?

[kerry]

6 hours ago, PamperedPrince said:

Despite the mileage that she has put into them already, the laces still looked brand new.  No.  The entire pair of shoes still looked brand new.  They were perfect and they now adorned Charlotte’s feet once again.

Too bad Charlotte can't see that this is not normal. Maybe she could figure out what is happening to her. 🙂

[Mary Moon]

this chapter was an unexpected twist, especially because it happened after Charlotte did a bad deed. Tomorrow she could regress again, maybe this illusion of growing up again is some sort of punishment. Or Lauren is really behind everything but she felt guilty and is reversing the process. We'll have to wait for the next chapter to see what happens. Could it be that to reverse the magic of the shoes Charlotte has to do bad deeds?this chapter was an unexpected twist, especially because it happened after Charlotte did a bad deed. Tomorrow she could regress again, maybe this illusion of growing up again is some sort of punishment. Or Lauren is really behind everything but she felt guilty and is reversing the process. We'll have to wait for the next chapter to see what happens. Could it be that to reverse the magic of the shoes Charlotte has to do bad deeds? My theories are weirder than Charlotte's  

 

[kerry]

1 minute ago, Mary Moon said:

Could it be that to reverse the magic of the shoes Charlotte has to do bad deeds? 

Crazy but interesting thought.

 

[Mary Moon]

Possible culprits:

Claire: in all respects the main suspect, she is the one who practically stole our life Charlotte is the only one who benefited from the change of reality 

Lauren: her great kindness is a bit strange, maybe she admired the adult Charlotte and wanted her as a friend, maybe the process was reversed because she has a sense of guilt? The fact that the father is also so generous makes this hypothesis fall a bit.

Spirit in the shoes: maybe a former athlete who had incontinence problems who practically possesses Charlotte when she runs imaginary marathons 

Other characters don't come to mind as possible culprits, i would exclude Lexi and Maya, like Monica and also Charlotte's Mother or her aunt. I would also exclude little Heather, what would be the purpose, to make Charlotte a play company

[PamperedPrince]

21 hours ago, Night Rain said:

Here's an odd thought: What if Bobo is causing all the odd changes in Charlotte's life?

I don't think it's Bobo.  Why would such an adorable stuffed bear be causing all these changes in Charlotte's life?  He's always by her side, so I don't think that it's him.  Good theory though!

16 hours ago, kerry said:

Too bad Charlotte can't see that this is not normal. Maybe she could figure out what is happening to her. 🙂

Yes.  It's too bad.  I believe that I referenced it in a past chapter that something was "blocking" Charlotte from finding the answer.  If it wasn't for that, then Charlotte would've already figured it out.

16 hours ago, Mary Moon said:

this chapter was an unexpected twist, especially because it happened after Charlotte did a bad deed. Tomorrow she could regress again, maybe this illusion of growing up again is some sort of punishment. Or Lauren is really behind everything but she felt guilty and is reversing the process. We'll have to wait for the next chapter to see what happens. Could it be that to reverse the magic of the shoes Charlotte has to do bad deeds?this chapter was an unexpected twist, especially because it happened after Charlotte did a bad deed. Tomorrow she could regress again, maybe this illusion of growing up again is some sort of punishment. Or Lauren is really behind everything but she felt guilty and is reversing the process. We'll have to wait for the next chapter to see what happens. Could it be that to reverse the magic of the shoes Charlotte has to do bad deeds? My theories are weirder than Charlotte's  

 

Two wrongs don't make a right.  I don't think that bad deeds is behind the reversal of the regression process.  If anything, bad deeds lead to negative consequences.  Karma just hasn't caught up with Charlotte yet...  😉

16 hours ago, Mary Moon said:

Possible culprits:

Claire: in all respects the main suspect, she is the one who practically stole our life Charlotte is the only one who benefited from the change of reality 

Lauren: her great kindness is a bit strange, maybe she admired the adult Charlotte and wanted her as a friend, maybe the process was reversed because she has a sense of guilt? The fact that the father is also so generous makes this hypothesis fall a bit.

Spirit in the shoes: maybe a former athlete who had incontinence problems who practically possesses Charlotte when she runs imaginary marathons 

Other characters don't come to mind as possible culprits, i would exclude Lexi and Maya, like Monica and also Charlotte's Mother or her aunt. I would also exclude little Heather, what would be the purpose, to make Charlotte a play company

One of these theories is correct, but I'm not going to say which one.  You will just have to stay tuned and see for yourself.... 😄

Are you ready for the next one?  Because here it is!

 

Chapter 22

Charlotte woke up with another strong urge to pee.  She got up, smiling as she made the trip to the bathroom.  ‘It actually feels good finally being able to make it to the bathroom again!’  She finished peeing in the bathroom and wiped herself before flushing the toilet.

But as Charlotte was washing her hands in the mirror, she noticed the clear older reflection on her face.  Both her breasts were fully developed and the nightgown that she had on looked very stylish.  ‘Am I finally…back to normal?’

Charlotte returned to her bedroom and looked out the window.  In the driveway sat what looked like a Petra Gold Rolls Royce.  She knew that this was the case, as she could clearly make out the Spirit of Ecstasy hood ornament that was mounted to the front of her car.

Charlotte dug in her purse and pulled out her wallet.  She found her driver’s license and read out the date of birth:

“November 8^th, 1994.” Charlotte read. “1994!  So it HAS happened!  I’m finally back to my original age!”

Just then, her cell phone buzzed.  The Caller ID read IMG Models.  ‘Just what could they want at 5:46 in the morning?’ Charlotte thought.

Charlotte answered the phone.  “Hello?  Charlotte Warren speaking!”

“Good morning, Miss Warren.” A male voice said showing a hint of urgency.  “This is Jason Armani, President and CEO of IMG Models.  I didn’t just wake you out of a sound sleep, did I?”

Charlotte laughed.  “Oh no, Mr. Armani!  My bladder did that.  You know that situation.  When duty calls…”

“Yes Miss Warren.  I love a good model that has an excellent sense of humor.  Now I know how busy you are with filming that Runway movie in Langford.  I understand the contract that you have signed with the producer and director and I’m very excited that you were able to land a starring role in that movie.  But could you please do me a favor?  One of our largest clients wants to release their new clothing line within the next month, and they want YOU to model the clothing.  Now I told them yes, so you know the kind of situation that I am in.”

Charlotte nodded.  “Yes, Mr. Armani.  I understand your predicament.  So you need me back in L.A.?”

“Yes, Miss Warren!  Absolutely!  How soon can you get back to Los Angeles?”

Charlotte glanced at her Petra Gold Rolls Royce.  “Please give me about 8 hours, Mr. Armani.  Now that is just an estimate, considering how bad traffic on The 405 can be.”

“Indeed, Miss Warren.  We both know how treacherous traffic can be here in West Los Angeles.  So when can I expect you to make the drive to the agency?”

Charlotte glanced at her cell phone, which now read 5:51 AM.  “I should be on the road in about 30 minutes.  Please give me some time to get ready and a little food down my stomach.  Does that work for you, Mr. Armani?”

“That would be amazing, Miss Warren.  You are becoming one of our top-rated models in the industry and your starring role in Runway will really cement your fame.  Did you know that one of our executives is actually directing the movie?  He pitched the script to Warner Bros., and they really liked it.  It’s going to make the modeling industry more popular and in turn make you even more famous.”

Charlotte nodded.  “Yes.  The director did look very familiar.  I kept asking myself ‘Didn’t I see him before?’  But yes.  Please let me get ready.”

“Very good, Miss Warren.  How would you like to start the shoot at around 3:00 or 3:30?  Well, we really can’t predict what The 405 is going to do today so let’s just make it when you arrive?  We’ll prepare all your favorite foods and snacks prepared just the way you like it.  You’re one of our most popular models and we want to keep you happy.”

Charlotte suddenly remembered something as a couple of familiar names entered her mind.  “Will you be needing Lexi or Maya?”

“Will I be needing them?  They specifically asked for you first, Charlotte.  We will send for Lexi and Maya later as we figure out where we want this to go.”

Charlotte glanced at her phone again.  “Okay.  It’s almost 6:00.  Anyway, had you told me about this sooner, I would’ve been able to fly first class out of STS to LAX.  I’ll see to it that I arrange a return flight back to STS and have my chauffeur drive my Rolls Royce back to Langford since there’s still a lot of this movie left to shoot.”

“Whatever works for you, Miss Warren.  We just need this assignment done.  Now I need to get back with the client and give them an update.  Have safe travels driving back down!  Farewell Charlotte!”

“Thank you, Mr. Armani.  Bye!”

Charlotte hung up and smiled.  She couldn’t believe all the new memories that she had!  But the important thing was that this was her true reality.  The reality that she hoped someday to return to managed to happen when she least expected it to.

Charlotte caught a glance of a notebook that sat on her desk.  It read the following:

SUPER SLEUTH CHARLOTTE’S MYSTERY NOTEBOOK

For solving The Mystery!

Charlotte laughed as she leafed through the different pages, noting the different ages that she actually regressed to.  Considering her age of 29, the younger ages that existed in the notebook now seemed like a work of fiction.  Charlotte could hardly believe that she was that desperate to go through the trouble of documenting her predicament to the point of listing her age regression episodes and listing different theories that she thought pertained to the problem.  All of this was irrelevant to Charlotte now since “The Mystery” was now officially solved.  She went ahead and added a new entry in the notebook:

 

10/1/2024 – Good news!  Whatever the cosmic anomaly was, it seemed to have corrected itself since I have undergone two episodes where I have experienced rapid aging.

The first episode happened yesterday (9/30/2024) where I ended up aging two whole years.  But for the sake of argument, the onset of that aging was discovered on 9/29 when my mother asked me if I was ready for my Senior Year.

The second episode happened today where I ended up aging 12 more years.  This has effectively restored me back to my original age of 29 where I can finally continue my wonderful life as a famous supermodel.  The onset of this aging was determined by three different variables:

1. My appearance – My physical appearance is fully developed, and all my normal features are back to normal.
2. The car in the driveway – Upon glancing out of the window, a gold Rolls Royce was found in the driveway.
3. My date of birth – Upon inspecting my California Driver’s License, my date of birth correctly read 11/8/1994. This is my true date of birth.

The cause of the restoration to my original age is still unknown and investigation is ongoing before this case can be closed.  But the mystery is solved so the cause will be explored later.

 

Charlotte wasted no time in stripping off her clothes in getting into the shower.  She happily sighed as she felt the warm water splash against her fully developed breasts.  These were the breasts of a supermodel.  Not the breasts of some student that was in the middle of completing high school.  Not an underclassed Sophomore.  But a successful supermodel that is more than a decade into her career.  A supermodel that has a Hollywood debut, complete with a starring role in a movie about modeling.  Charlotte then gasped as she began to think about memories pertaining to…him. Yes him.  Her co-star.  Her high school crush that somehow wasn’t married yet.  Taylor.  Taylor Abbott.  In Runway she would be Valorie Sinclair and Taylor would be playing Justin Blake.  There were a lot of kissing scenes in the movie, which made Charlotte’s heart skip a beat.  And they have already gone on a few dates after a few days of filming!

Charlotte finished her shower and dried off quickly.  She wrapped herself in two towels and swung the door open to see her mother standing there.

“Good morning, sweetie!” Darcy said with a smile.  “Are you filming more of that movie today?”

Charlotte shook her head.  “No mom.  I need to drive back to Los Angeles since IMG Models has an important modeling shoot that I need to be at.”

Darcy nodded and offered Charlotte a couple frosted strawberry Pop Tarts.  “Have these, dear.  You need to get on the road if they need you that urgently.  Will you just be gone today?”

Charlotte smiled and nodded.  “Yes mom.  And on my way to the agency, I will call one of my staff at my mansion and have them arrange a return flight to STS from LAX tomorrow morning.  I will be back here tomorrow morning, mom.”

Darcy smiled.  “Okay dear.  What time is the shoot?”

“Well mom,” Charlotte began.  “From what Mr. Armani told me, he wants to start the shoot ‘as soon as I arrive.’ “

Darcy gasped.  “Well, you better drive safely honey!  I think of you all the time every time you’re in Los Angeles!  Just remember dear.  The 405 is just as dangerous as The 5.  And you know The 5 is why Richard isn’t alive anymore, don’t you!  You know, he was in that accident when you were only a week old!”

Charlotte nodded.  “I know, mom.  I never even got to know my dad!  Anyway, I love you.  I’ll be back tomorrow morning!”

Both Charlotte and her mother hugged.  Charlotte then wolfed down a Pop Tart and hurried back up to her room.

For her temporary trip back, she grabbed her expensive looking overnight bag and stuffed Bobo into it.  “I know it’s just a day but you’re coming home with me.” She told her stuffed friend.

One other thing that Charlotte packed was her mystery notebook in case she thought of anything else that might help explain the resolution of the mystery.  This was the only thing that Charlotte needed to close the case.

The last thing that Charlotte packed was her running shoes.  ‘Because who knows?  I might have some time for a run after the modeling shoot!’ Charlotte thought.

Charlotte grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and took a swig to wash down the remnants of the Pop Tart that she devoured.  She then hugged her mother one last time and carried her purse and her overnight bag out the door.

Now in the driveway, Charlotte unlocked her Rolls Royce and threw both her bags in the back, holding on to her last Pop Tart, which she began breaking into pieces and quickly stuffing them in her mouth.  She did this to avoid getting a single crumb in the plush leather interior of her $500,000 car.

She brushed every last Pop Tart crumb from her hands and entered the car.

In mere minutes, Charlotte was already out of Langford and was heading south down US Highway 101.  The time was now 6:34 AM and according to her navigation, she would be arriving at IMG Models at 2:06 PM, due to a traffic jam on The 405.

As Charlotte approached Novato, she began making her first phone call to her mansion in Beverly Hills.

“Call Warren Estate,” Charlotte ordered her digital assistant.

“Calling Warren Estate.” The female voice responded as it began to dial the number using the Bluetooth on her cellphone.

“Good morning, Miss Warren!  You seem to be up pretty early this morning.  Is something amiss?”

“Everything is fine, Franklin.” Charlotte told him.  “I am just heading back to Los Angeles today since IMG wants me to do an important modeling shoot.  Can you please do me a favor and book me the earliest flight back to Santa Rosa for tomorrow morning?  This will not be necessary once I have acquired a private jet.”

“Yes Miss Warren.  You have been talking about that purchase for a while now.  Maybe you’ll be able to acquire it once you’re finished with filming that movie.”

Charlotte smiled.  “Yeah.  After filming is finished for Runway, I will be receiving $40 million.  And that will definitely be used to go towards that Gulfstream.  I mean, it will be nice to have my own private dining room and bedroom while I fly.”

“So you will be wanting first class, I presume?”

“Absolutely.  First class from LAX to STS.  The earliest flight you can get for tomorrow morning.  It doesn’t matter how expensive it is.  Just put it on my account.  They will want me back in Langford tomorrow morning to film more of the movie.  Got it?”

“I’m working on it right away, Miss Warren!  I will call you back with the flight details once the flight has been booked.”

“Thank you, Franklin.  Have a wonderful day.  Bye!”

Charlotte ended the call as she continued on southbound US Highway 101.

“Call Raymond,” Charlotte ordered her digital voice assistant.

“Calling Raymond.” The female voice responded as it began to dial the number using the Bluetooth on her cellphone.

“Good morning, Miss Charlotte!  What do I have the service of performing for you on this fine and lovely day?”

Charlotte grinned.  “Raymond, I am going to need you to drive my Rolls Royce back up to Langford after I arrive at the Warren Estate.”

“Certainly, Miss Charlotte!  What is the occasion?”

“It’s work, Raymond.” Charlotte explained.  “IMG called me, and I need to model for them this afternoon.  And as my totally awesome chauffeur, I need you to drive my car back up to Langford since I will be getting an early flight back up there tomorrow morning.”

“Very good, Miss Charlotte!  I’m guessing that you need to continue filming the movie?”

“Precisely Raymond.  This is my first starring role and first acting gig, so I need to be there for most of the filming.  Basically about 95% of it.  I already filmed a lot of it yesterday and they will need me back tomorrow for sure.  Once the filming is done, distribution will begin and I will begin my talk show circuit promotion of the movie on all the major spots on TV. The morning shows, the late-night shows.  Everything.”

“I got it, Miss Charlotte.  I will begin driving your Rolls Royce back to Langford as requested.  Now will it be at that small development of Craftsmans near Millionaires Row?”

“Yes Raymond.  My mom still lives there.  She will be delighted to see you again.  You can stay in one of the spare bedrooms.”

“Excellent, Miss Charlotte.  I eagerly await your return after your modeling shoot.”

“Same to you, Raymond.”

“Wait!”

“Yes Raymond?”

“Do you want me to pick you up at STS airport tomorrow morning?”

“Yes.  Please do.  Talk to you later.  Bye.”

There was a little bit of a slowdown around San Francisco, but it wasn’t that bad for Charlotte to manage.  After 20 minutes of slowdown, Charlotte was back to normal cruising speeds again.

It was almost 11:00 in the morning when Charlotte refueled her tank in Kettleman City.  She also used this opportunity to pee and poop.  Four hours of holding it was nothing for Charlotte, thanks to her cast-iron bladder.

After leaving Kettleman City with a full tank of gas, Charlotte was now ready to officially head to IMG Models in Los Angeles, which the navigation estimate now read to be at 3:08 PM.  ‘Didn’t Mr. Armani say 3:00 – 3:30 PM?  Wow!  He’s almost spot on in predicting L.A. traffic!”

No sooner than Charlotte was on the road that she received an incoming call from the Warren Estate.

“Hello?”

“Miss Warren, this is Franklin.  We were able to get you a flight for tomorrow morning.  It’s a one-way first class flight, and it leaves LAX at 6:02 AM and is scheduled to arrive at STS at 7:42 AM.  Now your chauffeur Raymond has informed us that he will be picking you up at STS tomorrow morning.”

“Yes, Raymond will.  Thank you for getting the flight.  I’ll be there after the shoot.  Talk to you later.  Bye.”

Since Charlotte was bored, she decided to see what her friends were up to.  “Call Lexi Bloomingdale.”

“Calling Lexi Bloomingdale.” The female voice responded as it began to dial the number using the Bluetooth on her cellphone.

“Oh, hi Charlotte!  You caught both me and Maya at a good time.  Are you enjoying your day off before your next day of filming?”

Another voice could be heard in the background.

“Yeah Char.  Are you just chilling at your mom’s home?”

Charlotte shook her head.  “No.  IMG Models called me, and I have to complete a special assignment for them today.”

“Special assignment?  Was it from Mr. Armani?”

“Yes it was, Lex.”

“Char, if it’s from him, you better accept it!  It’s super important!”

“Maya, I’m pretty sure that Charlotte did.  Now what’s the special assignment about?  Let me guess.  It’s from Victoria’s Secret, right?  They’re one of their biggest clients, you know.”

“That’s what it sounds like, Lex.  It’s probably one of their latest lines of lingerie that they want me to model.  I already know all the poses that they probably want me to do.  I can do them in my sleep.”

“Gee Char.  Why did they ask you exclusively, and not me or Lex?  It reminds me of hearing about a party that you’re not invited to.”

Charlotte smiled.  “Oh, don’t worry about it.  Armani said that they’ll want you two next.  They just want me first for some reason.”

“Charlotte, I think that they want you first because they know that you have the starring role in Runway, and they want to finish the shots as soon as possible.  And speaking of, both Maya and I just finished filming for the morning.  We nailed all our lines in just one take!  The director was impressed!  We even had time to reshoot the scene using different improvised lines just to see if it made that scene better.”

“That’s very good, Lex.  Now have you both been pricing the private jets?  There’s a gulfstream that I want that’s about $45 million.”

“Oh Char. That sounds amazing.  Get a load of this.  Lex’s boyfriend Vince has his own private jet and it’s better than Quincy’s!  And this is crazy since Vince just cracked the A-list a couple years ago.  Now he’s landing starring roles left and right!”

Charlotte smiled.  “And let’s not forget about Taylor!  He is on the A-list too!  I don’t know if he owns a private jet, though.”

“He probably does, Charlotte.  Now Maya and me are only getting around $5 million each with our roles.  What are you and Taylor getting as stars?”

Charlotte smirked.  “I’m getting $40 million and he’s getting $30 million.”

“Wow Char.  You’ll only need $5 million to buy that Gulfstream.  That should be nothing for you.  I mean, what’s your net worth?  $150 million?”

“Something like that,” Charlotte answered.  “I’ll have to ask my accountant when I get back home today.  He’s supposed to have my funds parked where I can make some serious money.  We’re talking major gains where I can triple my net worth within the next year!”

“That sounds about right, Char.  Quincy has landed a lot of starring roles already and he’s worth about $3 billion, thanks to awesome investing from some expert financial planners.”

“Well, I just wanted to talk to you two.  It’s quite lonely heading to Los Angeles by myself.  I even took my Bottega Venetas that my mom got for me so I can do some running after the modeling shoot.”

“Those shoes?  I can remember Maya not shutting up about them!”

“They’re great shoes, Lex.  Char is lucky to own a pair.  Do us proud and run that course for us.  We both may run the Langford running trail later on.”

Charlotte smiled.  “Go ahead and run that for me too!  This shoot is only going to be for today.  I’ll be back in Langford tomorrow morning.”

“That sounds great, Charlotte!  Well, Maya and I need to get some lunch and head back to the set.  We’ve been talking to Lauren and Monica, a couple of Seniors about being models and our new venture in acting.  They actually seem pretty happy that you have the starring role.  I actually happen to know Lauren from my parents knowing them.  They are a very good family if you ever get to meet them.

Charlotte smirked.  ‘Believe me, Lex.  I know them a lot more than you think…’  “They seem pretty nice from the way that you describe them. “I’ll have to meet them tomorrow at lunch when I’m in Langford.”

“Get this, Char.  Both Lauren and Monica are asking for you.  They’re actually wondering who we’re talking to.  Isn’t that right, Lex?”

“Yes Maya!  Lauren says that she knows you from being on the cover of Vogue magazine and a few different print ads for Lululemon.  I mean, it helps when you’re the top finisher in every marathon that you ran, right?  You’re 8 for 8 in winning every marathon that you ran.  I mean, that San Francisco one was perfect!”

“Yup.  And Monica says that she knows you from every single Victoria’s secret ad that you have done.  She says that she wants to be an Angel someday.  Really Char.  It’s cute that they both look up to you in their own special way.  Oh!  And they both just said, ‘Hi Charlotte!’ “

“Hi Charlotte!  We look forward to seeing you tomorrow!”

Charlotte gasped.  Hearing the shouts from both of her younger friends sent chills down her spine.  While they were all best friends in another life, both Lauren and Monica both idolized Charlotte now as a cover girl and now soon to be movie star.  Charlotte was now on the other side with Lexi and Maya, the way that it was intended to be, and she liked it that way.  “Yes!” Charlotte shouted back.  “I look forward to seeing you both too!  I’ll see you both tomorrow!” Charlotte still could not believe that Lauren and Monica couldn’t remember anything personal about them all growing up together, since Charlotte somehow aged 12 years overnight.

“Charlotte, Maya and I are going to have lunch with Lauren and Monica.  Have fun at your modeling shoot!”

“Yes Charlotte!  This is Lauren!”

“And Monica!  Have fun modeling that lingerie for Victoria’s Secret!”

Charlotte laughed.  “Okay.  See you all later!  Bye!”

Charlotte was all smiles for the remainder of her trip to IMG.

At around 1:30 PM, Charlotte was on The 405 and sure enough, a massive traffic jam slowed traffic down to a standstill.  When Charlotte looked at her Maps App, There was nothing but red for the next 25 miles leading to her exit.  So basically, it’s going to take Charlotte an hour and a half just to drive another 25 miles to IMG.

Charlotte called IMG again and asked for Mr. Armani.  Instead, a female receptionist responded.

“Mr. Armani is in an important meeting right now.”  The receptionist told her.  “Can I take a message?”

Charlotte smiled.  “Just tell him that I’m 25 miles away, but I’m in a very bad traffic jam.”

“Duly noted, miss…”

“Warren.” Charlotte quickly answered.

“Okay Miss Warren.  It’s been duly noted that you are 25 miles away and due to the traffic conditions, you will not be able to get there for some time.  I will let Mr. Armani know right away when he’s finished with his meeting.  Have a wonderful day, Miss Warren.  Bye!”

About a half hour later, IMG Models called Charlotte back.

“Good afternoon, Miss Warren.  This is Jason Armani, President and CEO of IMG Models.  I have received the memo from my administrative assistant, and I am well aware that you are very close to the agency.  How close now?”

Charlotte sighed.  This traffic has only moved about 5 miles within the last half hour.  I am now 20 miles away from the Wilshire Boulevard location.”

“Miss Warren, you only have about 18.5 miles of freeway remaining before you’re on Wilshire Boulevard.  Wilshire is flowing pretty smoothly right now.  All you need to do is get off The 405.  But I suggest that you stay on until Wilshire, since it seems that the other exits are congested.  Wilshire’s exit is too so you’ll just have to bite the bullet.”

“Will do, Mr. Armani.  How did you know that it was going to be around 3:00?”

“It was an educated guess, Miss Warren.  This is the typical flow of L.A. traffic.  Now I have another meeting to attend to before I prepare for your arrival.  Just hang in there.  You’re almost there!”

Charlotte glanced at the miles of cars that were ahead of her, the bumper-to-bumper traffic inching forward very slowly.  “That is all I can do, Mr. Armani.  I’ll see you there!  Bye!”

Another half hour passed, and Charlotte was now 10 miles away from IMG Models.  If Charlotte could maintain a speed of 20 miles per hour, she would make it within her navigation’s estimated time.

The traffic lightened up and Charlotte began coasting a little bit faster.

Twenty more minutes passed.  Charlotte could now see the exit for Wilshire Boulevard.  Charlotte merged into the correct lane and now joined the stagnant flow of cars that all inched forward on the congested exit ramp.  Charlotte now had to be in the correct fork since there was a Wilshire Boulevard West and a Wilshire Boulevard East.  Charlotte did not want to head east yet since that would take her to Beverly Hills, where her mansion was.  Charlotte wanted to head west, where IMG Models was just a short 1.5 miles away.

Just as Charlotte got into the fork that would take her to Wilshire Boulevard West, she heard a loud dialing tone over the speaker system.

“Incoming call….” The computerized voice said.  “Incoming call….”

From the dashboard, Charlotte could make out the words “DARCY WARREN”, with an image of her mother’s smiling face next to the text.

“Mom?”  Charlotte gasped.  “What does mom want now? Answer call,” Charlotte ordered, causing the Bluetooth cellphone call to be answered through the car’s speaker system.  She could hear the sound of her mother coming in crystal clear.  “Hello?”

“Charlotte?” her mother’s voice boomed from the other end.  “Charlotte?  Charlotte?  Charlotte?”

Charlotte could not believe it.  Was it just a bad signal and her mother couldn’t hear her?  “I’m right here, mom?”

But her mother continued repeating her daughter’s name.  “Charlotte?  Charlotte?  Charlotte?  Charlotte?”