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

[Mary Moon]

In last chapter reality apparently has not returned to the way it was before but is different, now Charlotte is filming the movie while before she had returned to her mother's house on vacation in addition, now she has won all the marathons she has run, while before she was a modest athlete. Who knows why her mother's phone call is so alarmed. And if this thing that has returned to normal was just a dream?

[DL64]

I also think it's a dream, and that her mother's voice on the phone is the one she hears in reality trying to wake her up by calling her name several times because she can't wake up, I also think she has regressed drastically again for these bad actions, if that's the case, I wonder how many years???, is she going to start real diapers at night and pul-ups during the day???

[Mary Moon]

7 hours ago, DL64 said:

I also think it's a dream, and that her mother's voice on the phone is the one she hears in reality trying to wake her up by calling her name several times because she can't wake up, I also think she has regressed drastically again for these bad actions, if that's the case, I wonder how many years???, is she going to start real diapers at night and pul-ups during the day???

I fear it will be a very bad awakening for Charlotte. Maybe this illusion of having escaped is the punishment of the magic of the shoes, for the bad action towards Heather. If Charlotte woke up still a teenager or even younger, I think she would have a crazy hysterical crisis

[Night Rain]

11 hours ago, PamperedPrince said:

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!

Charlotte would least suspect it.

Maybe he was sad that Charlotte left him alone for so long and wants to return. To the younger days when they were always together.

[Mary Moon]

2 minutes ago, Night Rain said:

Charlotte would least suspect it.

Maybe he was sad that Charlotte left him alone for so long and wants to return. To the younger days when they were always together.

I'm anxious for the next chapter, who knows what will happen to poor Charlotte, i fear the worst 😨

[parkintochter]

How do you write so fast? This story is not even a month old and already has 22 chapters... 

[PamperedPrince]

2 hours ago, parkintochter said:

How do you write so fast? This story is not even a month old and already has 22 chapters... 

I actually started writing the story in early October.  By November, I already had the first 10 chapters done, so I began posting the earlier chapters in batches.  So in reality, I have actually managed to write 12 chapters this month, which is pretty good.  Now for the 23rd one...

 

Chapter 23

“Charlotte?  Charlotte?  Charlotte?  Charlotte?”

Charlotte groaned as she began to stir in her bed.  This was followed by a couple other moans, followed by a deep yawn.

Darcy once again nudged her sleepy daughter in the shoulder.  “Charlotte?  Charlotte?  Wake up, honey.”

“But mom…” Charlotte said in a sleepy tone.  “I’m almost at IMG Models.  I have to complete the assignment…”

Darcy laughed.  “Honey, you are having a dream.  Wake up, Char.”

Charlotte’s moaning continued.  “But mom, I’m almost there.  Can you call me back later?”

Darcy sighed.  “Honey,” she said, raising her voice.  “WAKE UP!”

Charlotte gasped, sitting up in her bed and suddenly realizing that her mother was right next to her.  “What?  A dream?  It was a dream?!”

Darcy nodded.  “Yes Char.  Go get a shower.  You don’t want to be late for the next week of your Senior Year.”

‘Senior Year’.  Charlotte thought.  ‘That’s right!  Does that mean that I went back 12 years?’  But before Charlotte could think of anything else, she realized that she had to pee really bad.  And if she didn’t hurry, she would be having an accident right on her bed.

Charlotte hurried to the bathroom and the closed the door.  Fortunately, she made it to the toilet.  She pulled down her…pajama bottoms?  ‘Since when did I start wearing these?’  The pajama bottoms were an off-white color with pink leg cuffs and a pattern of pink hearts, both in solid patterns and the rest of them in outlines.  The pajama tops was a long sleeved off-white cotton sleep shirt with the same heart pattern as the pajama bottoms, complete with a pink collar and pink sleeves.  She pulled down her pink panties (I guess I’m still in panties at night) and released the geyser of pee into the toilet bowl.

After Charlotte wiped and finished up, she began taking off her clothes to get ready for a shower.  She did this as she stood in front of the bathroom mirror.

When Charlotte removed her pajama tops, she gasped when she realized how small her bra was.  ‘What is this?  Is this?  No. Is this a training bra?’  Charlotte removed the bra and held it in her hands.  “It is.  It has to be.  Bras aren’t usually that SMALL!’

Charlotte was once again surprised to see that her breasts were remarkably smaller than last night.  She cupped her hands around them and let out a quiet sigh.  ‘But mom said that I was a Senior!  This can’t be right.  That is unless….I’m some kind of genius that managed to make it to the 12^th grade!  What are Lauren and Monica going to say?’

Charlotte got into the shower to realize that the shower head was even higher than it was when she took a shower yesterday.  Charlotte turned on the shower and began lathering her hair and conditioning it.  She then began to clean her crotch and noticed that the pubic hair growth around her vagina was noticeably less.  Charlotte scratched her head, trying to figure out how much younger she was.  ‘Well, I’m young enough to be back in a training bra.  But smart enough to be a Senior?  Hmm…”  She scrubbed her butt and the back of her legs and gave her long black hair one last rinse before finishing her shower.

Charlotte discovered that one towel was enough, considering how much smaller she was from yesterday.  ‘Just how much smaller am I?  I was 5 foot 2 as a Senior and 4 foot 11 as a Sophomore…”

Charlotte discovered that her entire wardrobe was different from what it was from yesterday.  Gone were the clothes that she wore as a Sophomore.  ‘But now I’m a younger genius that’s a Senior I guess…’  She put on a clean training bra and found a tie-dye short sleeved tee, with splotches of pink, red, mint green, and yellow.  She put this on and decided on whether to wear jeans or a skirt.  When she glanced at her jeans, just about every pair had ripped holes in the legs.  ‘Ripped jeans?  I guess that’s a thing now.’  Charlotte put on a fresh pair of pink panties, followed by a pair of ripped jeans.

Charlotte then decided to braid her hair into a long ponytail.  When she picked up her backpack, she saw that it was now a pink backpack with white swirl patterns around it.  Her gym bag now had floral patterns on it with pink carrying straps that velcroed at the top.  Finally, her purse was gray with white triangle patterns with a pink top and a curved gold chain where the gold zipper pouch was on the front.  “That purse is so not high school,” she sighed as she picked it up.

Once downstairs with all her things, Charlotte was at the kitchen table, hurriedly eating the two Pop Tarts that her mother managed to toast for her.

“I wanted Golden Grahams!” Charlotte pouted before shoving in another mouthful of Pop Tarts.

Darcy shook her head.  “Not this morning, Char.  We are running late.”

Charlotte’s attention was now diverted to the newspaper.  “I wanna do the word search!” she whined.

Darcy scowled.  “Cut the attitude, Char.  You’re being such a drama queen this morning…”

When Charlotte’s breakfast was finished, her mother hurried her to the 4Runner with all her things.

The 4Runner took off, making its way towards the Langford school.

Charlotte wanted to be sure, so she asked her mother again.  “Mom, am I a senior this year?”

Darcy nodded.  “Yes dear, you are.  Now we’re almost here, Charlie…”

The 4Runner climbed up the hill.  After that, it began turning into the parking lot.

But something was wrong.  Charlotte could very clearly see it when she saw the sign as they pulled into the parking lot:

 

LANGFORD MIDDLE SCHOOL

Charlotte shook her head in disbelief.  ‘No. No. NO!  This can’t be!  I’m a Senior!  Aren’t I?  AREN’T I?!!  “Mom!” Charlotte whined again.  “You are going the wrong way!  This is not the high school!”

Darcy glanced at Charlotte impatiently.  “Honey, this is the right place.”

“But I’m a SENIOR mom!”  Charlotte argued.

Darcy smiled.  “Yes dear.  You’re a Senior.  You’re a senior at Langford Middle School.  You’re in 8^th grade, honey.  Just one more year and you’ll be a freshman!”

Charlotte’s heart sank to the bottom of her chest.  No!  I was 29, and I was about to go to the modeling agency!  And just like that, Charlotte screamed.  “NO!”

Darcy scowled and grabbed Charlotte by the hair.  “I am NOT going to tolerate any more of that behavior, young lady.  Now go inside and try to have a good day.  Okay Char?  Are we good?”

Charlotte sulked as she got out of the 4Runner and tears began to run down her eyes.

“Oh sweetie…” Darcy sighed.  “It will be okay, dear.  Think of this!  It’s your last year of middle school!  Think happy thoughts for me, okay?  Have a good day, dear!”

The red 4Runner drove off. 

‘Two more years.  I LOST two more years.  I just KNEW that it was too good to be true being a Sophomore forever…’  Charlotte walked towards the entrance of the middle school with her head hung low.  ‘So what’s my first class now?’  Charlotte shrugged her shoulders as she wandered aimlessly into the middle school.

Charlotte then walked through the hallway that led into the high school.  She entered the doors just in time to see Lauren and Monica walk by.

Lauren gasped when she saw Charlotte.  “I think you are in the wrong place…Charlotte right?”

Monica nodded.  “Junior track is not until later, Charlotte.”

Charlotte could not believe what she was hearing ‘Did she just call me Charlotte?  Monica always calls me Char!’  She frowned at what Monica just said.  “Junior track?”

Lauren nodded.  “Yeah Charlotte.  Some of us Seniors have been appointed captains to help coach the seventh and eighth grade girls.  You and your friends are in it, along with Bridget!  Her mother’s a maid at my father’s estate, you know.  Now do you need help in getting back to the middle school?”

Charlotte glanced at the long hallway that led back to the middle school.  “That way, right?”

Lauren nodded.  “Yup!  We’ll talk later when your junior track begins, okay?”

Charlotte nodded as she left both her friends, walking in the opposite direction they were going.  She was supposed to be attending classes with them as a Senior, but what she thought was a Senior was completely misunderstood.  She was a middle school Senior, since middle school went from 5^th grade to 8^th grade for Langford Middle School.

Just then, Charlotte felt a pain in her groin again.  “No no no!” Charlotte sighed as she pressed her hands against her crotch.

Fortunately, she found the girl’s bathroom right around the entrance of the middle school.  She quickly entered one of the stalls and closed the door.  She pulled down her ripped jeans and panties and made it just in time. “Phew!  That was a close one!”

After Charlotte finished up in the bathroom and washed her hands, she went to the main office, since she had no idea what her first class was.

Principal Barbara Delaney glanced over her desk to see what looked like a student in distress.

Charlotte frowned when she looked at the principal.  “Um…I don’t know where my classes are.  Can you please help me?”

Principal Delaney nodded.  “Certainly dear.  I will have an administrator print off your schedule and you should be good to go.  What’s your name?”

“Charlotte Warren.” Charlotte answered.

The principal nodded.  “Okay Charlotte.  I’m going to tell the administrator and they’re going to print a schedule for you.  And also your locker number and combination.  You will need to know that too.”

A couple minutes later, Principal Delaney gave Charlotte a printout that listed her entire schedule, her locker number, and her locker combination.  “Here you are, Charlotte.  It looks like your first class is physical education.  You better hurry, dear.”

Charlotte glanced at the gym and eventually found where the girl’s locker room was.

Since Charlotte was late, she was the only girl in there changing into her gym clothes.  She smiled when she saw the running shoes in her gym bag.  She slipped them on, and they felt…amazing.

When Charlotte entered the gymnasium, she could hear a girl calling her name.

“Over here, Charlotte!”

Another girl shouted.  “You’re late, Charlotte!  What took you?”

“I’m sure that Charlotte has a good reason,” the first girl said, smiling.

“Do you really think so, Jess?” the second girl said, smirking.

“I do, Kelly!” Jess said, playfully shoving Kelly in the side.

“You gahrls arl seelee.” A girl in dark tan skin said in a thick accent.

‘What was that accent?’ Charlotte thought.  ‘Was it Indian?’

Jess smiled.  “Well, Kelly started it, Jas.”

Charlotte frowned.  “Jas?”

Jas nodded.  “Yes Charlotte.  It’s short for Jasmine.  You missed the warmups.  I think you should sit down.”

The teacher walked over to see Charlotte still standing.

Charlotte glanced at her schedule.  “Mrs. Lopez?”

Mrs. Lopez nodded, and swiftly pointed to a seat in the bleachers next to where Jess was sitting.  “Yes,” she said in very fluent English.  It sounded so fluent that her accent was barely there.  “Miss Warren, do you have any good reason as to why you were late this morning?”

Charlotte sighed.  “No Mrs. Lopez.”

Mrs. Lopez gave Charlotte a compassionate smile.  “Well, don’t worry about it dear.  Just don’t let it happen again.  Now everyone!  We are going to go outside and run some laps!”

And that was all that they did for the remainder of the hour.  Everyone was blown away when they saw Charlotte outrunning everyone in the class, including all the boys.

“Hey!” one of the boys shouted.  “You’re not allowed to do that!  Slow down!”

“What if she doesn’t want to?” Jess said with the biggest smile on her face.

“Yeah!” Kelly shouted.  “Girls rule!  Yeah.  That’s right!  Think about that because the Halloween Dance is coming up!”

When physical education was wrapping up, all the girls went to the locker room.  Charlotte noticed an electronic scale that stood off to the side away from the lockers.

After Charlotte showered and dried off, she changed back into her regular clothes and weighed herself.  The numbers read the following:

77.2 lbs.

Charlotte could not believe it.  From the numerous times that she weighed herself as a Sophomore, her old weight was 89 pounds.  But with her being two years younger, she was now 12 pounds lighter.

“Weighing yourself, Charlotte?”

Charlotte pivoted around to notice that it was Mrs. Lopez.

Mrs. Lopez smiled.  “Excellent job running out there!  Are you ready for Junior Track later with all the 5^th, 6^th, 7^th, and 8^th graders?  Oh, and you have already been weighed recently, Charlotte.  Your weight shouldn’t be any different.  We even measured your height!”

Charlotte, being curious about her height, gave Mrs. Lopez a curious glance.  “What was my height again?”

Mrs. Lopez nodded.  “I think I remember it.  You were about…4 foot 7 inches.  I wouldn’t say short, dear but fun sized!”

As positive as Mrs. Lopez tried to frame it, there was no denying it that Charlotte was one of the shortest girls in gym class.  Jess was taller.  Kelly was taller.  Even Jasmine was taller!  From what she looked like compared to the rest of the class, she looked more like a 5^th or 6^th grader instead of an 8^th grader.  Charlotte frowned as she walked away from the teacher.

Mrs. Lopez glanced at Charlotte with concern, trying to address the concerns that she had.  “You know I was the shortest student growing up.  It’s true!  I still am pretty short!  About 4 foot 11 inches.  Fun sized!  Oh, there’s a smile!”

Charlotte grinned, knowing that both her and the teacher had something in common.

The next part of the day consisted of Algebra and Science.

When Science class was over, Charlotte sprinted to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet.  But when she glanced at her panties, she saw a few small drops of pee scattered around the crotch area.  ‘Great.  I thought I was going to make it.’ Charlotte’s loss, small as it was, hurt her self-esteem.  She finished up and washed her hands before leaving to head to the cafeteria.

She found her friends all sitting at a table in the cafeteria.  Jess, Kelly, and Jasmine.  After Charlotte got her lunch, she joined her friends and sat down.

Jess was holding a book that looked very familiar to Charlotte.  “Is that…” Charlotte gasped.  “The Ringmaster Chronicles?  AHHHHHHHHH!!!!  I LOVE THAT BOOK!!!!”

Jess gave Charlotte a playful nudge.  “Well Char, if you love the book so much, why don’t you MARRY it?”

Jasmine laughed.  “Marrying a book?  That is just so silly!  How would it even work?”

“Easy!” Kelly chimed in.  “We get a pastor and both her and the book exchange vows!”

“Just stop!” Jess screamed.  “I’m laughing so hard I’m about to pee!”

“Well maybe you should go to the bathroom!” Kelly said with a smirk on her face.

“Well, you know what?” Jess told her.  “I WILL!”

Jess got up in a silly and overdramatic way and pretended to storm off like she was mad.

Kelly laughed.  “Jess, you’re such a riot!”

Charlotte glanced again at the book and smiled.  “So you all like to read The Ringmaster Chronicles?  I just started reading it again.  I love the book.  And no, I don’t want to marry it!”

Kelly nodded.  “It’s fine, Charlotte.  Jess is the random silly one.  But the most fun to be around.  Especially the sleepovers!  So you said that you started reading The Ringmaster Chronicles again?  Where are you?  The Council of the Ring?”

Charlotte sighed.  “I still have to finish the last chapter of The Midgy.”

Kelly gasped.  “Oh.  You have the one-volume edition with The Midgy included?  Yeah.  I’m just about done with The Council of the Ring.”

“Really?” Jasmine said with a smirk.  “What are you doing?  Taking your time?  I’m halfway through The Twin Spires!”

“Well I’m almost done with The Ruler Returns!” Jess bragged as she returned to the table.  After I finish reading that book, I will have read The Ringmaster Chronicles 20 times!”

“20?” Jasmine said, laughing.  “I’m on my 28^th reading of the book.  Like I said.  You all take your time.  Oh!  Did you know that a new series is coming out on Netflix?”

“YES!” Jess screamed at a volume that felt a little too loud for Charlotte. 

‘Whoa!  Is this really how middle schoolers behave?’

Jess began tapping away at her cell phone and pulled up the website.  “I’m on The Ringmaster Chronicles fan forums and I check the latest news every single day.  Everyone.  We are having a sleepover at my house, and we are all going to watch the premiere of The Ringmaster Chronicles: The First Age.”

Kelly grinned.  “Sleepover?”

Jess nodded.  “Bet!  Everyone, it’s going to be a good time.”

Kelly flicked her finger against Jess’s golden hair.  “YOU are a good time.”

Jess took another bite of her pizza sticks.  “Oh am I?”

“Finish your lunch, Jess.”

Jess took a few bites of her pizza sticks and showed Kelly, chewing with her mouth wide open.  “I am!  Nom nom nom nom!”

Jasmine grinned.  “Jess, you are such a goofball.  A very silly one.”

Jess then showed her friends her empty tray.  “Well at least I made a clean plate.  See?”

Lunch continued as Charlotte just didn’t know where to jump into the conversation.  In very much the same manner as Lauren and Monica, Charlotte could remember hanging out with these girls numerous times.  It was their love for running, modeling, and The Ringmaster Chronicles that brought them all together in the first place.

After lunch, Charlotte continued her day with U.S. History and English.  Following that was her very last class of the day, which was Modeling 4 (Charlotte guessed that Modeling 1-3 was for grades 5-7).

Mrs. Valorie taught Modeling 4.  It was like the high school level modeling classes, but the poses were a lot more basic and easier to execute.  All they did was review some of the easiest poses for the whole class.

When school ended for the day, Charlotte realized that her mother was going to pick her up later again.  She also had her Junior Track with Mrs. Lopez.  And didn’t Lauren and Monica say that they would be helping?  That will be fun!  But Charlotte had a little bit of time to kill before Junior Track began so she went to the library.

Charlotte was going to return her six books when she realized that she didn’t have them with her.  All she had was The Ringmaster Chronicles.

Charlotte entered the library and gasped.  ‘Wait a second!  This is the Middle School library, not the High School library!’

Because this was the case, a female librarian sat at the desk.  The name plate read “Mrs. Alexander”.

Charlotte approached the desk.  “Mrs. Alexander, do I have any overdue books?”

Mrs. Alexander gave Charlotte a funny look.  “Well no, Charlotte.  None that I know of.  You just renewed The Ringmaster Chronicles!”

“What about any other books?” Charlotte asked, hoping that her reference books were not lost.

Mrs. Alexander shook her head, now giving Charlotte a confused look.  “No Charlotte.  The Ringmaster Chronicles has been the only book that you have checked out.”

Charlotte sighed, realizing that she wasn’t going to get anywhere.  “Okay.  Thanks.”  Charlotte left the desk, thinking about what the recent events did to change everything.  Because…Charlotte reasoned, I became younger, those six books were never checked out by me.  But I somehow kept The Ringmaster Chronicles?”

Charlotte returned to a table in the library, trying to think of books that she could check out that had to do with…simulations.  ‘Yeah!  That’s it!’  At that moment, Charlotte felt a buzz from the cell phone in her pocket.  It was her alarm.  Oh no!  Time for Junior Track!

In very much the same way as Charlotte’s running, Junior Track went by like a blur.  Charlotte saw Jess and Kelly next to her, with two more familiar faces: Lauren and Monica!  Both were equally excited to see Charlotte again, but she realized that they only knew her from being her coach.  Charlotte outran everyone like she did earlier in physical education.  And before Charlotte knew it, Junior Track was over for the week.

The trip home in the red 4Runner was almost silent when Charlotte broke the silence with a nagging question that she had.  It wasn’t that she didn’t want to answer her mother with how her day went.  Her mother just thought that Charlotte was tired and that she would speak to her later.  But Charlotte wanted to ask the question.  Even though she sort of knew what her age was, she just wanted to ask the question anyway.  “What year was I born, mom?”

Darcy smiled.  “Charlotte, I asked you earlier how your day was, and now you just want to ask me about what year you were born?  You were born in 2010, honey.  You’ll be 14 in another month.  Now let’s try again, Charlotte.  How was your day, dear?”

“it was fine, mom.” Charlotte answered.  “Oh yeah!  Jess is going to have a sleepover on Friday.  Can I go to it?  Please?”  Charlotte mainly wanted to go because of there being a new show that had to do with The Ringmaster Chronicles.  And yeah.  Jess was her friend, right?

Darcy nodded.  “Sure you can, sweetie.  Just make sure you get all your homework done.”

Once at home, Charlotte plopped both her backpack and gym bag on the floor, along with her purse.  She glanced over at her desk, and she saw it again:  SUPER SLEUTH CHARLOTTE’S MYSTERY NOTEBOOK:

For solving The Mystery!  Charlotte now had no idea why she wrote that silly subheading, since it now sounded ridiculous as she repeated it in her head.  She leafed through the pages and her heart stopped when she got to the latest entry:

 

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 was now freaking out.  ‘How?  Just how?  How was that entry in the notebook?!  It was a dream!’  And even more odd than that, the current date was September 30^th, not October 1^st.  October 1^st would be tomorrow, Charlotte knew.  Then how did that entry even get there?

Charlotte then thought about all the marathons that she has run around the world.  ‘Wait a second!  If what is in that book has been written down, then it really did happen.  Then what about all the marathon races?  Did all of those really happen?  It really was strange as every one of the marathons that Charlotte ran in the cities around the world felt very real to her.  It felt…familiar.  But how?

But if Charlotte really WAS 29 and she wrote it down in the notebook, then that meant that Charlotte almost made it.  She almost solved the mystery, or at least she thought she did.  Maybe the mystery was never solved in the first place.  After all, Charlotte never really figured out what the cause of the whole matter was.  But if she was 29, and now she’s 13, that means…

Charlotte began to frown, and she wrote down a new entry in her notebook:

 

9/30/2024 – False alarm!  I don’t know what is going on.  Either time travel is real, or I somehow slipped through some alternate reality and was somehow restored to my original age.  I was so close!  So very close to living my normal life!  And why is that entry reading tomorrow’s date?  But that doesn’t matter now.  Since yesterday, I have lost all my memories again and I am back to square one on trying to solve this perplexing mystery about my reverse aging.  The very idea that I was so very close to living my normal life is nothing short of frustrating.  Having just reviewed the notebook, four other age reduction episodes have been identified.  Unfortunately, a fifth one has been discovered today (see below):

Episode 5: 2-Year Reduction (9/30/2024)

(2-Year Reduction is debatable and could be a 16-year reduction from the previous entry, where I was 29) New age was discovered to be 13 when I discovered changes in my clothing, physical appearance, and other clues to confirm proof of this younger age.  The following clues all suggest that I am indeed 13 years old:

Clue # 1 – The discovery of cute heart pajamas instead of a nightgown when I was using the bathroom this morning.  (Additional note: I am still wearing panties and have found no evidence of any “nighttime protection” that was worn overnight.  Notes will be updated if I find any new discoveries.)

Clue # 2 – Upon inspection of my reflection in the mirror, I discovered a training bra and noticeably smaller breasts. 

Clue # 3 – My wardrobe is entirely different and there is more colorful clothing more appropriate for a middle schooler (This will be important in an upcoming clue).  Other toys in my room are more juvenile.

Clue #4 – My mother dropping me off at the wrong school.  Instead of dropping me off at Langford School, she dropped me off at Langford Middle School.  When I questioned her about me being a Senior, she made the clarification that I was a Middle School Senior, placing me in the 8^th grade.  New friends were discovered to be Jess, Kelly, and Jasmine during my Physical Education class.  Found out that they all like The Ringmaster Chronicles.  Am definitely looking forward to the sleepover!

Clue #5 (This is a late entry) – When I asked my mother about the year I was born, she nonchalantly answered with the year 2010.  This would undisputedly make me 13 years old, with my 14^th birthday in November.

 

This mystery is on going as more clues are needed to determine the root cause of my backwards aging (I also want to figure out how I almost got back to 29 Years old and got my life back).

 

Charlotte let out a deep sigh as she closed the notebook.  ‘I was so close, yet so far away!  What am I missing?’  Charlotte thought to herself.  ‘Just what would Blue do?  What would Steve do?’ Charlotte grinned as she stood up.  “I need to find more clues!”

Charlotte walked downstairs and approached the television.  ‘I wonder if Blue’s Clues is on?’  When she saw her mother sitting on the couch, she gave her mother a wanting look.  “Mom, can I watch TV in the living room?”

Darcy nodded.  “Sure honey.  I’ll just watch TV in my room.  Did you get any dinner?  I picked up pizza before picking you up from the Junior Track Meet.  Help yourself to a couple of slices dear.”

Charlotte nodded and got herself a paper plate out of the cabinet.  She piled two slices onto her plate and got herself a glass of water.  She then sat her water on the coffee table and her plate of pizza on her lap.  Since she couldn’t find Blue’s Clues on any channel, she decided to load up Paramount Plus.  She started up Blue’s Clues and smiled.  “Time to find some clues!”

Charlotte smiled and scarfed down her pizza, not even realizing that she was getting pizza sauce all over her face.  She was also getting crumbs from the pizza crusts on the couch.  She then began drinking her water. But when she began to place the glass onto the coffee table, she didn’t sit it on there all the way and the glass of water spilled all over the carpet.  ‘Damnit!’

Charlotte got up to pour herself another glass of water.  As she was doing this, her mother entered the living room to go and check on her daughter.

“CHARLOTTE MARIE!”

Charlotte ran into the living room and gasped.  “Yes mom?”

“You spilled your water all over the carpet!” Darcy shouted.  “And what is this?” she asked as she placed her fingers on the couch.  “Pizza crumbs on the couch?  Seriously, I feel like a preschooler just came in here and wreaked havoc on the living room!  Also Charlotte, you’ve got pizza sauce on your face!  Honey, I need you to clean that up for me.”

Charlotte sighed and began the process of brushing every single crumb into the wastebin.  Her mother had her get the rest of it with a mini vacuum.

As for the water in the carpeting, her mother told her not to worry about it, since it will just dry up.

Charlotte was now brushing her teeth and getting ready for bed.  When Charlotte tried to find a nightgown to wear, all she could find were more of those cute looking pajama sets.  She even found a couple sets of footie pajamas (Just why would I EVER own a pair of these?).

But to Charlotte’s amazement, she could not find any evidence of nighttime protection in her underwear drawer anywhere.

After Charlotte got into her bed and turned out the lights, her shame and embarrassment returned to her when she thought about her carelessness in having her dinner tonight.  ‘Just what is going on with me? I know how to act like an adult!  …Don’t I?  But what about…I almost made it!  I almost solved the mystery!  Then why didn’t I solve it?  I was 29!  Why do I have to be stuck as a 13-year-old?  This is stupid.  I hate it.  Why do I have to go through with this?  Why?  Why?’

But as Charlotte began to think about why more and more, her mind then returned to her mother.  She knew how much her mother loved her.  ‘She even gave me some wonderful advice!  What was it?’  Charlotte began to think about it, and it came back to her very clearly:

“Charlotte honey, you are growing up.  And as you grow up, you are going to experience difficult changes in your life.  Changes that you can’t control and changes that you can’t explain.  You are going to get very frustrated at these changes.  But don’t dear.  You are a runner, Charlotte.  And as a runner, I tell you to do this as your mother.  While these changes that you can’t control or explain are obstacles, you may try to run through them.  You may try to run around them.  You may try to run past them.  But don’t.  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.  You will be happier.  You will be braver.  You will be wiser.  You will be stronger.  And in that place, you will find true peace and happiness.  You will find true happiness and joy when you let your obstacles catch up with you and you accept all of them into your life.”

The words of wisdom from Charlotte’s mother kept running through Charlotte’s mind.  And when those words finished playing, they ran another lap.  And then another lap.  And then….another lap.  And then, another. Lap.

“Let the obstacles catch up with you.  And when they do, accept it.  Accept all of it.”

“But how do I accept all of these changes that are going on in my life?” Charlotte sighed as she wept into Bobo’s arms.  ‘Mom says that if I accept these changes, I will be happier.  But what about my old life?  Why am I in middle school again?  It’s not fair!’

Charlotte began to cry herself to sleep, hoping with every fiber of her being that she could accept just one of the changes that were in her life.  Maybe then she would be happier.  Maybe then.

[PamperedPrince]

Chapter 24

‘YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?  WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?’  Although Charlotte was screaming very loudly in her mind, her burst of frustration only came out of her mouth in a volume that was just above a whisper.

Charlotte got out of her bed and pulled back the covers to see just how bad the damage was.  There was a large, darkened circle in her bed that looked to be more than 12 inches in diameter.  No.  That looked to be too small.  ‘More like more than 2 feet in diameter.’ She thought.  And it wasn’t even a circle either. It was more like a weirdly shaped oblong soaking through the fitted sheet.

Charlotte’s thoughts were now too fast for her to manage.  Why did it happen again?  I thought that I had better bladder control!  I thought…I did…

Charlotte’s next concern had to do with the bedding.  “How would I even wash it?” she said, her voice in a low panicked whisper.

Rather than do anything about it, she carefully pulled it back and tucked in her covers.  ‘There.  I’ll deal with it later.  Mom doesn’t have to know…”

From Charlotte’s accident that morning, she made it a point to try to use the bathroom at every opportunity.  After every class that Tuesday, she made a mad dash to the bathroom, immediately peeing when she sat down every time.  She also had to poop that morning and again towards the end of the day.

That night, Charlotte decided to try something that she hadn’t tried since the sleepover at Monica’s.  But instead of setting the alarm every hour, she would be setting the alarm every three hours.  There would be one alarm at midnight, one alarm at 3:00 AM, and one alarm at 6:00 AM.  ‘This should help me avoid any nighttime accidents!’ Charlotte triumphantly thought to herself.

But when she glanced at her comforter, she realized it was a different color.  Instead of it being white, it was pink.  She then pulled back her covers and gasped.  The bedding was completely dry.  ‘Oh no…Did mom actually wash my bedding?’  Charlotte got into her bed, feeling very tired from all the running that she did that day.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Charlotte sprang out of bed with a strong urge to pee.  She peed in the toilet, washed her hands and went back to bed.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

“3:00 AM…” Charlotte yawned, pulling back the covers to get out of bed again.

Once again, she had to pee, but not as bad as before.  She sat down on the toilet, peed, and then washed her hands.  She then went back to bed.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

It was now 6:00 AM.  Charlotte started to get up, but she felt something.  “No!  It can’t be! I set the alarm!”

Charlotte got out of bed to notice a small wet spot around her crotch.  When she pulled back the covers to inspect the damage this time, there was only about a dark spot about three or four inches in diameter.  “Well, it’s not that bad of an accident.” Charlotte told herself, trying to make herself feel better.  She pulled back the covers and began getting herself ready for Wednesday.

Like Tuesday, Charlotte found herself using the bathroom after every class.  As frustrating as this was, Charlotte just didn’t want to risk having another accident at home or school.

That night, the same comforter was on her bed, but when Charlotte pulled back the cover, the bedding looked like it was replaced again.  ‘Did she wash it again?’  Very tired, Charlotte shrugged her shoulders and got into bed.

All the same alarms went off, causing Charlotte to get up and go every single time.  But for some reason, she forgot to set the 6:00 AM one.

Charlotte woke up once again feeling something cold and wet around her crotch.  “Urgh.   This is getting so old!”

The wet spot around the bedding was a little bigger than last night, but enough to keep Charlotte in a frustrated mood that morning.

Charlotte entered the locker room to find both Jess and Kelly standing there, about to undress and change into their gym clothes.

Jess glanced around and smiled.  “Oh look!  It’s Potty Charlotte!”

But Charlotte ignored Jess and changed into her gym clothes.

Jess frowned when she saw that Charlotte didn’t respond to her joke.  “But really, Char.  I have noticed how many trips you have made to the bathroom recently.  Is everything okay?”

Charlotte sighed.  “What do you think, Jess?”

Jess wrapped her arm around Charlotte.  “I think you need a diaper!  Think about it!  No more trips to the bathroom!  You can just pee in that instead!”

“Gross!” Kelly shouted.  “C’mon Jess.  Wouldn’t that be gross for her to sit in her own pee?”

“Hey!” Jess shouted.  “It would be no different than for her to sit in that same pee after having an accident!  The only difference would be that nobody knows about it!  Besides, I’m just trying to help.”  Jess hugged Charlotte and smiled.  “Hey.  Don’t worry about that bathroom thing!  You got this, Char.  Both me and Kelly are your #1 best friends.  We’re all in this together, right?”

Kelly smiled and joined Jess in giving Charlotte a big group hug.

“Let’s say it together at the same time, okay?” Jess told Kelly.  “Here we go.  BEST FRIENDS FOREVER!!!!”

Just then, Jasmine showed up, frowning when she saw both Jess and Kelly hugging Charlotte.  “Hey!  Don’t I get to be in the hug?  I’m experiencing FOMO…”

“Oh, we can’t have FOMO.” Jess told her. “Join in the hug, Jas.”

“After that, we need to get to the gym!” Kelly shouted as she pointed her finger towards the gymnasium.

Jasmine joined the two girls in the group hug before they all disbanded.

Charlotte felt grateful that Jess cared so much about her.  Sure, she was a little silly and random.  Sure, she acted like a clown at times.  But Jess actually cared very much about Charlotte and could be serious when she needed to be.

Mrs. Lopez had the class run around the gymnasium and then played indoor volleyball afterward since it was raining outside.

Both Charlotte and Jess were paired against Jasmine and another girl named Whitney.

To Charlotte’s surprise, Whitney was spiking a lot of the shots, while Jess was successfully defending them.

But when it was Charlotte’s turn to punt the volleyball back over, she missed the shot and both Jasmine and Whitney scored a point.

The game kept going back and forth, until it was tied at 24-24.

Jess glanced at Charlotte.  “Just try to hit the ball, Charlotte!  Just watch me, okay?”

It was Jess’s turn to serve the ball, so she skillfully punted the ball over the net.  Jasmine quickly returned the serve, causing the ball to head towards Charlotte.  Charlotte somehow managed to punt the ball back over the net, resulting in Whitney punting it back over again.  Jess jumped up and spiked the ball back over the net.  Whitney dove for the ball, but it was too late.  The ball fell on their side.

“25-24!” Jess gasped.  “Charlotte, we need one more point to win!”

Jess began the serve again.  Whitney returned it and Jess punted the ball back over the net again.  Jess then made another quick spike, resulting in the ball flying downward over the net.  Jasmine tried to save it, but the ball fell to their side.

Jess then jumped up and down, squealing with excitement.  “WE WON!  WE WON!”

Jasmine smiled.  “Good game!  Wasn’t it, Whitney?”

Whitney nodded.  “It was.  It was close the whole time.”

Just then, Charlotte had to pee.  She hurried out of the gymnasium to use the bathroom.

Jasmine sighed.  “Does she have to pee again?”

Whitney nodded.  “Yeah.  She’s been doing this a lot lately!

Charlotte just barely made it to the bathroom.  But even then, she saw a couple of drops of pee on her panties.  She sighed as she peed the rest into the toilet.  After that, she took a shower.

The rest of Charlotte’s day was nothing but avoiding accidents.  After every class period, she went right to the bathroom to pee a little bit in the toilet.

After school, Charlotte wanted to get a little more running practice, so she ran on the Langford running trail.  She found herself running a marathon in Rio de Janeiro once again.

After the run, Charlotte needed a shower, so she took one while she got home.

As Charlotte showered, she thought of the marathon that she ran.  ‘Again.  I always run these marathons, and they always feel so real.  Just like me becoming 29, which turned out to be a dream.  How is all of this connected?”

Charlotte looked down to see a stream of pee flowing out of her and down the drain.  ‘What?  I didn’t even notice that happening until now!  Well, it’s a good thing that I’m in the shower…’  Charlotte continued her shower, peeing and cleaning herself up.

Charlotte picked out another one of her cute pajamas sets which was pink with white hearts all over it.  As she was pulling the elastic bottoms around her waist, she glanced at the door and sighed.  “I DON’T want to chance it.  I better use the bathroom!”

Charlotte used the bathroom and found herself actually peeing a good amount before she stopped.  She felt like she had to poop too but nothing was coming out.

When she returned to her room, she pulled back the pink covers of her bed to find that the sheets had been changed once again.  ‘Mom must have changed it again.’  she thought.  ‘But she hasn’t said anything to me.  Well, I better not have another accident!’

Throughout the night, Charlotte woke up to her midnight and 3:00 AM alarms, successfully making it to the toilet without any accidents.

But after that, Charlotte was not woken up by an alarm this time, but her bladder.  It was 6:17 AM and it felt like her bladder was screaming at her.  ‘What?  I thought that I set the 6:00 AM one!  Did I shut that one off?’

Charlotte hurriedly got to her feet, as the sensation around her groin grew more and more intense.

Charlotte exited her room, finding that the hallway was still dark.  Charlotte suddenly gasped.  Her bladder was no longer screaming but was crying in agony.  It was begging for release.  Begging for relief.  Begging…

Charlotte reached up for the door and turned the knob.  She tugged on the door and it didn’t budge.  Could it have anything to do with the humidity?  Charlotte remembered that sometimes the humidity would make the wood of the door swell just enough to rub against the frame of the door, making it hard to open.  “No,” she sighed in despair.  “Can you please open?”

While the door wasn’t opening, Charlotte’s bladder was about to.  The tortured bladder made another attempt to release, but it was like trying to break down a barricaded door.

Finally, after Charlotte pressed really hard on the door, it shoved open.  The force was enough to make Charlotte lose her balance.  Charlotte regained her balance and let out a deep sigh of relief.

But much to Charlotte’s disappointment, that sigh was just enough time for her to release her bladder.  She began to pee her pajama bottoms, with the pee trickling down her legs and onto her feet before dripping onto the tile of the hallway.  “No!  Why is this happening?  I set the alarms.  I set the damn alarms!”

Charlotte hurried inside the bathroom and closed the door.  She did this just in time to hear another door opening.  Then there was the sound of footsteps approaching the bathroom.

“Charlotte?  Are you okay in there?”

‘Am I okay?  Am I OKAY?’  Charlotte needed to answer her mother right away.  “Uh huh!  I just decided to get up early and take a shower!”   Charlotte hoped that her lie was enough to satisfy her concerned mother.

“Okay honey.  I’ll let you get ready.”

Charlotte then heard what sounded like her mother’s footsteps headed towards her bedroom.  ‘Why is she going in my room?  I didn’t pee the bed this time!’  Charlotte sighed as she got in the shower and began cleaning the pee off her body.

After the shower, she wadded up the pee-soaked pajamas with her wet panties and left the bathroom wrapped in a single towel.

Charlotte opted to wear a mint green dress today, just in case she was to have any additional accidents.

Charlotte was very quick in devouring her Golden Grahams that morning.

In the middle of Charlotte eating her Golden Grahams, Darcy greeted her with a smile.  “Good morning, Charlie.  I see that you’re up pretty early.  It’s for the better today.  Just last night, I picked up another modeling gig.  It starts pretty early so you don’t mind if you get dropped off early, do you?”

Charlotte slurped a few more mouthfuls of moist Golden Grahams into her mouth.  “Yeah mom.  It’s no problem.   Mmmm…” Her attention turned to the cereal.  “Ish scho good.”  Right after she slurped some of the cereal, she let out a belch.

Urrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp!

Darcy frowned.  “Charlotte, is that how a growing woman is supposed to sound?”

Charlotte was now drinking the milk residue.  “No mom.”

Darcy then realized that Charlotte had all but one bag with her.  “Charlotte dear, I just wanted to remind you about tonight.  I already talked to Jess’s mom, and you will be going right over to your friend Jess’s after school.  Don’t forget your overnight bag!”

Charlotte sighed, as if she felt annoyed at her mother reminding her of something that she was well aware about.  “I won’t forget, mom!”

“Also dear,” Darcy continued.  “For Saturday night, you will be once again staying over at your Aunt Darlene’s.  I just want to make sure we’re good on weekend plans, okay sweetie?”

Charlotte nodded, as she brought her empty bowl to the sink.  “Yup.  Sure thing, mom.”

All Charlotte could think about was packing her overnight bag for her stay at Jess’s house.

After Charlotte got her bag packed, she was ready to head off to school with her mother.

Charlotte’s near miss accidents continued throughout the day at school.  Charlotte continued carefully planning her bathroom visits after each class, narrowly avoiding peeing herself at least three different times.

Then the last class of the day came.  Modeling 4.  The class started out fine, but it was somewhere in the middle of the class when she felt a strong need to pee.  What frustrated and shocked Charlotte was how it just came out of nowhere.

While Charlotte did manage to hold it for the remainder of the class, she was fidgeting so bad that both Jess and Kelly looked very concerned.

“You better hurry Char!” Jess told her.  “Hurry to the bathroom before you burst!”

Charlotte hurried, clutching her hands against her crotch as she rushed out of the classroom to the nearest girl’s bathroom.

Charlotte entered the girl’s bathroom, noticing a blonde-haired girl that was just exiting the stalls.  As Charlotte began to approach it, she smiled, just knowing relief was just a few paces away.

But that relief came much earlier than when Charlotte wanted it to.  Charlotte could see a stream of pee running down her legs and dripping onto the floor.  Charlotte quickly entered a stall and pulled down her sogging wet panties to finish what was left in the toilet. It was the least that she could do to preserve her dignity.  Whatever shred of adulthood that she believed that she still had.

While Charlotte sat there for a moment, she could hear some light footsteps entering the bathroom.

“Did you make it, Charlotte?  Oh no….”

Jess saw the drops of pee that trailed to the bathroom stall that Charlotte was sitting in.

Charlotte sighed when she thought about the sleepover that she was about to have with her best friend.  And furthermore, Kelly was going to be there.  Jasmine was going to be there.  If this was any indication of how her sleepover was going to be, she dreaded the evening that was to come.

[Night Rain]

Has Charlotte ever thought of visiting a doctor to find out why her bladder control is so bad?

[PamperedPrince]

6 hours ago, Night Rain said:

Has Charlotte ever thought of visiting a doctor to find out why her bladder control is so bad?

This is something that I have considered.  Stay tuned.  😀

The next chapter is in the works.  I'll have a little time to work on it this morning.  After that, I have all of tomorrow.  A new chapter will be coming soon!

[PamperedPrince]

Chapter 25

Charlotte was now in a panic as she heard the footsteps get louder as she was in the middle of wiping.  She had to stop as she felt the urge to pee again.  She quickly sat down, hearing a few more trickles of pee come out.

“Charlotte?  I think you should change into a fresh pair of panties.”

Charlotte sighed as she heard Jess talking to her from outside the bathroom stall.  She glanced at her overnight bag.  She already had to change into a dry pair of panties.  And what other choice did she have?  It was that or get the seat of Jess’s mother’s car all wet when she sat down.  “Okay,” Charlotte muttered as she unzipped the overnight bag.  She slid off the sopping wet pink panty and wadded it up.  She zipped it into an unused pouch as she didn’t want to get any of her other clothing wet from her accident.  She pulled out a mint green panty and slid it on.  She flushed the toilet and opened the stall door.

Jess was waiting outside with her arms wide open, ready to hug Charlotte.  “Do you want a hug, Char?  That’s got to be very embarrassing for you.”

Charlotte nodded, accepting Jess’s invitation.  Jess wrapped her arms around Charlotte, closing her eyes and smiling, doing everything she could to comfort her best friend.  Charlotte then glanced at her two hands and sighed.  “Um Jess?  Can I please wash my hands?”

Jess released her grip on Charlotte.  “Go ahead, Char.  I also wanted to tell you that there’s been a change of plans.”

Charlotte was foaming her hands up with soap and running them over hot water, kneading them around to clean every trace of bacteria off of them before letting them dry.  “Change of plans?”

“That’s what I said, Char.  Something came up with my mom and she will not be picking us up.  Instead, my older brother will be driving us to my place.  I just thought that you should know.  Oh, and Kelly and Jasmine will be dropped off by their moms so it will be just us on the way over there.”

“Oh.” Charlotte wiped her hands with a few paper towels and threw them away.

Jess then leaned her face toward Charlotte as if she wanted to share something secret.  “My older brother doesn’t know about your bladder issue.  He doesn’t have to know about it, okay?  Let’s go.  He’s waiting for us.”

Charlotte followed Jess out of Langford Middle School and towards the parking lot, where a large black Cadillac SUV was sitting.  It looked brand new like it was just purchased.  Charlotte glanced over her shoulder to see a taller male right outside the front driver’s side door.  It was…It was.  ‘OhmyGod.  I can’t believe it.’

It was James.  James!  ‘So wait!  James is Jess’s older brother?  Why didn’t he tell me that he had a younger sister?  We went on a date and everything!’

Charlotte was starstruck.  She couldn’t believe that her crush was actually going to be driving her and Jess to Jess’s house.  ‘Does he remember?  Would he remember the date?’  She glanced at James, her face turning red as she looked at him.

Jess could see Charlotte’s reaction and she smiled.  “This is James, my older brother!  I can see that you’re already enjoying his company.”

James glanced at Charlotte and smiled.  “Hey.  So, you’re Jess’s friend?  Both of you.  Get in and I’ll take you both home.”

Both Charlotte and Jess got in the back seat and buckled themselves in.  Charlotte was buckled in a seat behind James while Jess was buckled in a seat next to her.

Charlotte had to ask the question.  ‘But it can’t be directly!’  “Um…” Charlotte began.  “So James, have you been on any dates lately?”

James laughed.  “Wow!  You’re not wasting any time!  Yes Charlotte.  I went on a date with Roxy last Friday.  I can venture a guess that you’re probably already into boys.  So have you already found the perfect one in the eighth grade?”

Jess laughed and nudged Charlotte in the side.  “There is this one guy named Cody that she totally obsessed over in the seventh grade.  I don’t know if she still likes him though.”

Charlotte frowned.  ‘What? Cody?  I don’t remember any Cody!’  Charlotte was sure that the memories were there somewhere, but being a 29-year-old trapped in a 13-year-old’s body wasn’t always easy for her.  With as often as history was in being rewritten, it was hard for Charlotte to keep up with all the new changes.  She rubbed her hand over her black hair and laughed.  “Nope!  I’m not into Cody now.  On to the next one!”  ‘Phew!  Good save!  I am into you, James but you don’t remember our date!’

Jess got out her copy of The Ringmaster Chronicles and smiled.  “The premiere of The Ringmaster Chronicles: The First Age comes out tonight on Netflix!” Jess gushed.  “Aren’t you excited Charlotte?”

Charlotte squealed, trying to match the same level of excitement that Jess had.  “Yes! I’m very excited Jess!”

James snickered.  “So, you two are into The Ringmaster Chronicles? I guess the movies were okay.”

“OKAY?!”  Jess said, looking angry.  “The Ringmaster Chronicles is the best thing in the world!  The book is amazing!  The movies don’t get it perfect though.  Paul Johnson’s cinematic version of the story is really just hit or miss compared to Koyne’s masterpiece…”

Jess continued her endless monologue about how awesome the book version of The Ringmaster Chronicles was compared to Johnson’s cinematic adaptations, citing various differences between the book and the movie.

The Cadillac Escalade turned onto the street that Charlotte was all too familiar with at this point.  This street was the famed Millionaires Row that she recognized from all of her friends living on this street.  Lexi, Maya, Lauren, Monica, and now…Jess and James?

Charlotte was now hit with the realization that she was the only person in the group that didn’t live on the exclusive street where the wealthiest families in Langford lived.  This was the very reason why Charlotte wanted to become a famous supermodel.  To obtain what her mother was never able to.  To rise to the level where her friends were.  ‘And I had all that too!’  Yes, Charlotte knew that she was at the point where she finally had it all.  She was a supermodel living in a mansion in Beverly Hills, quickly rising in fame.  And with her brief return to her original age, she had a starring role in Runway!  She was in various different Victoria’s Secret commercials and in different print ads for Lululemon.  And she was dating Taylor!  Yes, Charlotte really did have it all.

But then the rug was pulled right underneath her.  Charlotte was now degraded to a young teenager, obsessing with her new friends about a new series premiering on Netflix: The Ringmaster Chronicles: The First Age.  Charlotte still couldn’t figure out what was going on.  Why all the age regressions and the sudden return to her original age?  None of it made any sense.  Everything that was supposed to go right in Charlotte’s life was now making a turn for the worse.  Including her sudden loss of bladder control once again.  Why can’t I just figure it all out and return to my original self?  ‘It’s not fair.’ Charlotte pouted in complete silence.

Jess smiled.  “I know, Char.  It’s hard to wait for such an awesome premiere.  But we can geek out about the story in the meantime, okay?”

The black Cadillac SUV turned onto a driveway that was shrouded in trees that blocked the view of the estate from the road.  It then stopped at a gate, where a gate attendant flagged James through, opening the gate to allow the SUV to drive forward.

Charlotte was in awe as she saw Jess’s house.  It had the appearance of an old chateauesque estate.  The entire estate was two stories with a white exterior and a royal blue roof.  ‘Perhaps her parents have a private penthouse like Lauren’s dad.’ She thought as she marveled over the mansion and the sprawling acreage around it.

The Cadillac Escalade pulled into the motorcade that was near a large garage.  There were two other cars parked nearby.  The first was a white Mercedes-Benz with a mother getting out of the car with Kelly.  The second was a red Lamborghini with both the mother and Jasmine getting out of the car at the same time.

James smiled when he saw both vehicles.  “Well, it looks like both your friends are here.”

Jess nodded.  “Thank you brother for giving us a ride!”

“Anytime Jess!” Jame politely answered.  “Is Charlotte all set?”

Jess held Charlotte’s overnight bag while Charlotte held her school bag, her gym bag, and purse.  “We’re all set.  Have fun with your friends tonight!”

James smiled.  “Yeah.  It’s going to be a blast!”

Both Jess and Charlotte got out of the Cadillac Escalade and joined both Kelly and Jasmine as they were saying goodbye to their mothers.

Once inside the house, Charlotte noticed that the layout of the house was similar to Monica’s.  There was a foyer at the entrance, which branched over to the staircase.  On the second floor, the hallway divided the house into the west wing and east wing.  Jess had Charlotte, Kelly, and Jasmine all place their things in their own rooms since Jess reminded them all of her tradition of having each of her friends sleep in their own bedrooms, since Jess’s house had so many spare bedrooms.  Charlotte was secretly relieved of this revelation, since she would not be criticized for still sleeping with a stuffed bear.  At this point, Charlotte could not believe that there was a point where she forgot Bobo.  When it came to sleeping, both her and Bobo were inseparable now.

The girls were now all in the large living room, sitting in a circle with their own copies of The Ringmaster Chronicles open.  Charlotte could overhear the heated discussion about what they thought would happen in the Netflix Premiere of the show.

Jess pointed to one of the appendices of the book, giving all her friends a knowledgeable nod.  “You see,” Jess explained.  “It’s going to start with the Raidemirs.  You know, the three sacred globes of light that have all been blessed three times and have been forged by Fydenror, Master of Gem-craft.  He forged them in Qalindor.  The inspiration came to him after witnessing the beautiful hair of the elven woman Dithorinel, which was said to have shined like diamonds, gold, silver, and various other precious stones.  He made the three Raidemirs by capturing the shimmering light from the two Luxin Trees that grew in Qalindor.  And let’s not forget.  The Qalar were trying to reconcile the feud between Fydenror and Fordolfor.  But the mighty and malevolent Qalar known as Vicroth greatly envied the Raidemirs that Fydenror created, and it kindled in his heart an unquenchable lust for them.  So, through his evil scheming, he managed to successfully steal the Raidemirs and The War of the Three Stars began in Fydenror’s attempt to reclaim the lost emblems of light.”

Jasmine sighed as if she looked like she was bored.  “Yes Jess.  This is all basic knowledge for superfans like us.”

Kelly smiled.  “Yeah.  So basic!  So, do you think that the Netflix version is going to stand up to the book version?”

Jess shrugged her shoulders.  “Well, we all know that Paul Johnson is not directing this.  But the director of the Game of Kings is behind this series, so it’s supposed to be pretty good.”

All Charlotte could do was nod and agree with everything that her friends were saying.

Jess then looked at Charlotte and gave her a friendly nudge.  “So, what do you think, Charlotte?  You’ve been pretty quiet.  Are you pumped about the premiere tonight?  We’re your friends, Charlotte, and we’re here for you.  Don’t feel obligated to speak if you don’t want to.”

Charlotte smiled and glanced at Jess and the other girls.  “Well, it’s The Ringmaster Chronicles so I’m looking forward to it.  I don’t know much about the First Age, so I don’t really know what to say.  I have only ever read The Midgy and The Ringmaster Chronicles trilogy.  None of the other works.”

Jess patted Charlotte on the shoulder.  “You’re okay, Charlotte.  Me, Kelly, and Jas have read The Raidemirillion so we know everything about the First Age.  If you feel lost, we can all discuss it after the first episode.  Maybe you should read The Raidemirillion for next week?  At least read the first chapter or two.  The first chapter called “Alraindale” will detail the creation of Un and Tura by Ira Kolpatar, the “Father of All”.  The second chapter “Qalaconta” recounts the creation of The Center World and the Conta Raidemirillion, which will serve as the basis for the rest of the story.  The remaining chapters will explain the history of the First Age in detail and will help you get up to speed on everything that I’m discussing.  Sure, it’s fun to dwell on the Third Age.  But this Netflix Premiere is going to detail the First Age and should heavily draw off of The Raidemirillion.  Okay Char?”

Charlotte nodded.  “Sure thing.  It would be interesting to understand the history behind The Center World and how it all fits together into the much bigger story.”

Jess beamed.  “Good!  Well, I think that it’s going to be a faithful adaptation of the book, and here’s why.”

Charlotte continued listening to Jess carry on about all the different details in The Raidemirillion and her predictions for how the first episode is going to play out.  Kelly and Jasmine also shared their predictions, resulting in Charlotte anxiously nodding at her friends, since she felt like she had nothing to contribute to the conversation.  Since she only read The Midgy and The Ringmaster Chronicles, she only understood the events of the Third Age, but she knew nothing about the First Age.

Jess encouraged the idea of getting ready for bed before they had dinner.  That way, all they would have to do was brush their teeth after watching the Netflix premiere of The Ringmaster Chronicles: The First Age.  All the girls got showers in separate bathrooms.  This was all possible since Jess’s house had 10 bathrooms.

As Charlotte finished showering, she was deep in thought again and suddenly realized that she was peeing in the shower again.  ‘Again?  How did I not even know?’  She finished showering and went to her bedroom to change into her pajamas.

When Charlotte opened her overnight bag, she gasped when she realized that she packed “footie pajamas” instead of her nightgown.  Well, considering that her nightgown was in the same spot, she figured that she may have reached for the wrong set of pajamas by mistake.  The footed sleeper was purple with white polka dots all over it, with a mint green collar, mint green zipper, and mint green sleeve cuffs.  The underside of the pajama’s feet was also mint green.  Charlotte shrugged her shoulders as she slid her feet through the legs until she slid her feet into the “footies”.  She helped her arms through the sleeves and then zipped up the pajamas.  ‘Well at least they feel cozy’.  The pajamas were made of soft cotton so she wouldn’t feel too hot in them.  But at the same time, she couldn’t help but feel self-conscious in them as she was afraid at what her friends would say about the pajamas.

But as she dreaded meeting her friends, a sudden feeling of relief came over her when she realized that Jess, Kelly, and Jasmine were all wearing “footsie” pajamas.  ‘So, what did I miss?  Are these kind of pajamas in now?  Is that why my mom got me so many of them?’  Jess, who was standing right next to her was in a set of footed pajamas that was light blue with white polka dots, with yellow sleeve cuffs, a yellow collar, a yellow zipper, and yellow all over the underside of the “footies”.  Kelly was in a solid orange set of footed pajamas with white polka dots.  Jasmine was in a solid pink set of footed pajamas.  “So, you’re all wearing footies?”  Charlotte finally asked her friends.  “Don’t you think it’s a little silly?”

Jess and the other two girls laughed.  “Where have you been, Char?  Footie pajamas are wildly popular right now!  Don’t you follow that famous influencer on TikTok?  Everyone wants to wear them now.  Everyone Char.”

“And they’re very comfy!” Kelly said with the biggest smile on her face.  If LauraLauraLaurette is wearing them, I’m totally in!  Best decision EVER!”

“Bet!” Jasmine said with a smile.  “I don’t have to worry about being cold or wearing nighttime slippers since all that is built into the pajamas.”

Jess led the girls into the kitchen, and she began microwaving plates full of pepperoni pizza rolls.  While this was going on, she had two chicken quesadillas for each of them baking on aluminum sheets in the oven.  After the pizza rolls were done, she began pouring different dipping sauces into small ramekins for the pizza rolls:  Ranch dressing, barbeque sauce, teriyaki sauce, honey mustard, and Thousand Island dressing (since Kelly wouldn’t stop begging her about it).  A larger ramekin was filled with medium salsa for the chicken quesadillas.

A familiar voice broke Jess’s cooking frenzy.

“Making girl dinner?” James teased.

Jess smiled and then faked a pouty face.  “It’s a REAL dinner, Jimmy!  Don’t you see the dips?  It’s pizza rolls but with a fancy twist.”

James nodded.  “Jessica, I was joking.  I’m just seeing what you girls are up to since I’m about to leave with my friends.  I’ll be back late tonight.  Both mom and dad are upstairs in their bedroom at the penthouse level.  They told me to tell you to clean up your messes if you make one.  They both have to get up early to film more scenes for the movie Runway.”

Charlotte gasped.  “They’re in the movie too?”

Jess nodded matter-of-factly.  “Yes Charlotte.  Both my parents are A-list actors and models.  They’re either very busy at a modeling shoot or filming a movie.  So, for most of the time, my older brother keeps his eyes on things.  Either that or they have to call Mindy to watch us.”

Charlotte frowned.  “Mindy?”

Kelly rolled her eyes and let out a deep sigh.  “Yeah.  She’s the nanny for Jess’s family.  She doesn’t really watch us anymore since we’re almost in high school.  Just how many of our sleepovers have you been to, Charlotte?”

Charlotte had to think for a moment, since the new memories were still quickly populating in her head.  She could now visualize a woman supervising them whenever she played back any memories from her past sleepovers at Jess’s house.  As useful as this was for Charlotte, that usefulness came at a cost, as her head started to throb in pain from a headache.  ‘So many…memories.  Head hurts…’

Jess’s eyes anxiously darted around her older brother as if to say, “Are you done?”

James laughed when he detected the impatient tone in his younger sister’s eyes.  “Yeah?  Why are you staring at me like that?”

“I think it’s because we’re all about to do something very important,” Kelly announced with a smirk on her face.

“THE RINGMASTER CHRONICLES: THE FIRST AGE STARTS IN 15 MINUTES!”  Jess’s voice loudly squealed with excitement.

James laughed.  “Oh.  Your show?  I’ll let you girls get to that.  I’m taking off now.  Enjoy the show!”

The girls made their places in the living room, setting their plates of pizza rolls and quesadillas on top of TV trays.  Jess sat the dips in the middle of the coffee table so any of them could easily reach them to dip their savory pizza rolls.  She also brought plastic bottles of Perrier for each one of the girls.

An 85-inch 4K resolution TV was mounted in the center of the living room, giving the girls plenty of room to view the Netflix premiere.

Before Charlotte knew it, Jess was screaming to address her friends in the living room:

“The show’s live!  I’m starting it…NOW!”

Charlotte’s legs were hunched into a pretzel as she watched Jess select the first episode of The Ringmaster Chronicles: The First Age.  After that, Charlotte dipped her pizza rolls into the various dips.  As she bit into some of the rolls, some of the filling squirted onto her face, along with some traces of ranch dressing and barbeque sauce.  A trace of honey mustard could be seen right underneath Charlotte’s lips.  Charlotte felt a tap on her shoulder as a small pile of napkins was thrown onto her lap.

She glanced over to notice Jess making a reaching motion to Charlotte with her hands, as if to reach for a napkin.  She then mimed a wiping motion with her hands as if to wipe the napkin that she was “holding”.

Charlotte nodded and just kept the napkins on her lap as she continued to enjoy her food.  She then worked on her quesadillas, scooping a small spoonful of salsa onto each of the quesadillas before carelessly devouring them.  This resulted in some salsa on her lips.  Charlotte then felt another tap on her shoulder.  This time, it was from Kelly, who was sitting right next to her.

“Charlotte!” Kelly whispered.  “Your face!”

Charlotte’s face reddened with embarrassment as she took the napkins that were still in her lap and began wiping all the condiments off.  It took every one of the napkins that she had to wipe her face clean.  She glanced back up at Kelly, who was now giving her a thumbs up.

Charlotte was now focusing on the show as she drank her Perrier mineral water.  A lot of it felt hard to follow for Charlotte, as she was used to the plot in The Midgy and The Ringmaster Chronicles. A lot of the names went over her head, but the production looked amazing.  It felt theatrical like a movie with some events sounding familiar only because she could remember Jess talking about them.  The name that she kept hearing in the episode was “The Qalar”.  The scene portrayed what looked like mythical deities all singing to make a wonderful melody, which resulted in the planet of Tura taking form.  A supreme deity was over all of them, which made Charlotte scratch her head. ‘Wait!  Is that Ira Kolpatar?’

As the show continued, Charlotte suddenly felt a very strong urge to pee.   This was followed by her stomach making a loud gurgling sound.  Not only was her bladder desperately trying to free itself, but she just had a bowel movement, resulting in a strong pressure that kept building up and pushing to try to release itself from Charlotte.

Charlotte quietly groaned, as the last 15 minutes of the show felt like an eternity as she did everything that she could to try to hold both her bladder and her bowels at the same time.

Charlotte could not believe it.  Somehow, the show was coming to an end.  The credits were rolling, and she still didn’t have an accident.

Rumble Rumble Rumble Rumble.

This was a warning that Charlotte could not ignore any longer.  As she stood up, a noticeable sound could be heard in the room:

Pfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffruuuuuuuulllllllllllllllllllllrrrrrppppppppppppppppppppp!!!!!

Jess, Kelly, and Jasmine immediately glanced at Charlotte.

“Did you just fart, Charlotte?” Jess said with a gasp.  “Oh no!  Hurry to the bathroom, Charlotte!  Hurry!!!!”

Charlotte was just leaving the living room when Jess shouted “Hurry!!!!”  It was simply a miracle that Charlotte hadn’t had an accident yet.  The key word was “yet” as Charlotte was turning the knob to the bathroom door.  She wasted no time in unzipping her footed sleeper and throwing it to the ground, leaving her in nothing but her training bra and panties.  She was now sans panties as she quickly sat down on the toilet seat.  “Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooahhhhhhhhhhurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhphewthatwasclose!” Charlotte exhaled as she began to heavily spray pee against the inside of the toilet bowl, along with a long series of poop chunks that began to pile into the toilet.

Charlotte sat there and began to catch up on what had just happened.  ‘Wow was that close!  Any longer and that would’ve been a huge accident!’

Because of the magnitude of the load that she just deposited into the toilet, Charlotte spent the next 10 minutes thoroughly cleaning herself until there was not a single brown streak on the toilet paper.

Charlotte finished up and flushed the toilet for the third time (as the first two times were needed due to the size of her production and all the used toilet paper that she had to flush afterwards).  She approached the sink and pumped the soap dispenser, foaming a generous amount of soap in her hands.  For the next minute, she carefully and thoroughly kneaded her hands as the water rinsed the soap off until her hands were completely clean.

After that, she put her footed sleeper back on and left the bathroom.

Once in the living room, she heard the girls laughing.  But Charlotte realized that the laughter had nothing to do with her close call.  It was directed at the episode of The Ringmaster Chronicles: The First Age that they just finished watching.

“Oh, I loved the opening!” Jess gushed.  “Weren’t the costumes and cinematography done just perfectly?  That Game of Kings director must’ve read that book 100 times!”

Kelly laughed.  “Yeah.  And the creation of Un was just AMAZING!”

“Don’t forget the music that the Qalar made to create Tura.” Jasmine added.  “Wasn’t it mesmerizing?”

“Yeah!” Jess said, feeling goosebumps as she agreed with her friend.  “Whoever wrote the music for this series is the best.  The melody is engaging, and it just pulls you in!”

Charlotte waved her hands at her friends to get their attention.

Jess glanced at Charlotte and sighed with relief when she detected no accidents on her pajamas.  “Yay!  It looks like you made it!”

Charlotte nodded.  “Yeah.” Charlotte very quickly wanted to change the subject, so she glanced at the Netflix screen that now had the first episode of The Ringmaster Chronicles: The First Age still selected.  “What did you all think?”

“I was about to ask you, Char!” Jess said with a giddy smile.

“We were talking about it while you were in the bathroom,” Kelly added.  “We all thought it was great.”

“11 out of 10!” Jasmine said, holding both her thumbs up.

“How about you?” Jess asked Charlotte.  “What did you think of the first episode?”

Charlotte shrugged her shoulders.  “It was okay.  I’m sure that I’ll get a lot more out of it when I begin reading The Raidemirillion.”

“Borrow mine,” Jess offered.  “I have an extra copy of The Raidemirillion.  It was a duplicate Christmas gift that I got last Christmas.  You could borrow it, and you could even start reading it tonight!  Maybe a couple chapters before you go to bed.  Okay?  Do that and the second episode will make a lot more sense.”

Charlotte glanced at the TV screen and back at Jess.  “Sure.  Go ahead.”

The girls were now brushing their teeth in the bathroom, all still talking about the episode.  When they finished, Jess rushed to her room to get her extra copy of The Raidemirillion for Charlotte to borrow.

As Charlotte approached the door to her guest bedroom, Jess was running back, holding a thick book in her hand.

“Here it is,” Jess panted.  “The Raidemirillion in all its glory.  You’re going to love it, Charlotte.  Feel free to read ahead of the two chapters as well!  You’ll be fine through the second chapter since it looks like the second episode will have to do with the creation of The Center World.  That was some cliffhanger, huh?”

Charlotte nodded and glanced at the door.  Both Kelly and Jasmine were both approaching Charlotte with a smile.

“I’m going to bed,” Kelly announced.  “I just wanted to say goodnight, Char.”

“Same here,” Jasmine said as she exchanged glances with Kelly.  “Wasn’t that some episode?”

“It was,” Charlotte agreed.  “I’m turning in for the night as well.”

Jess gasped.  “Oh yeah, Char.  One important thing.  Your guest bedroom is close to my brother’s so if you hear any loud noise near your room, he’s coming back from hanging out with his friends.  Just thought that I should warn you.”

Charlotte nodded and longingly sighed when she thought of James.  Sure, she wasn’t the ideal age to be with James anymore, but who cares?  All of this reverse aging was starting to annoy Charlotte anyway so she was now trying to find ways to cope with it.  She certainly didn’t want it to keep happening but what else could she do?  ‘I just need to solve the mystery and I’ll be fine.’ Charlotte thought to herself.

Charlotte hugged Jess, Kelly, and Jasmine and they all took turns saying good night to each other.

After the last utterance of “good night”, Charlotte retreated into her guest bedroom and closed the door.

The large king size bed awaited her, with Bobo sitting on top of the neatly made comforter.

Charlotte turned off the light, deciding that she would start reading The Raidemirillion tomorrow.  She crawled into the bed and buried herself underneath the covers.  Her head emerged and she began to cuddle with Bobo, tightly embracing her stuffed best friend.  “Yesh…That episode wush amayshing.” Charlotte softly murmured.  Charlotte could almost hear the mesmerizing music that came from the Qalar.  The beautiful and soothing music filled her ears.  ‘Yes.  That really was a good episode.’

Charlotte began to open her eyes as the sound of laughter could be heard from the hallway near the door to her guest bedroom.  She rolled over to find herself on top of something very…wet.  ‘What?  Wet?’

Charlotte reached her hands underneath the covers to feel that the crotch around her pajamas was soaked.  And that wasn’t all.  As Charlotte was moving her hands downward, she could feel that her legs were also soaked.  ‘Not AGAIN!’

This prompted Charlotte to climb out of bed to see the extent of the damage. She immediately felt moisture in her feet as she walked over to the far side of the room and turned the light on.  She returned to the bed and pulled back the covers.  Her eyes immediately began to fill with tears as she saw what looked like the largest puddle that she ever saw soaked right into the fitted sheet.

Her bawling continued when she glanced down at her pajamas.

Her stomach was wet.

Her crotch was wet.

Both legs were wet.

Both the footies were wet.

And at the scene of the crime, a large portion of the fitted sheets were wet.

Charlotte just couldn’t believe it.  It has happened once again.

Charlotte had wet the bed.

[diaper24/7]

It's bad for her now.

[Night Rain]

Charlotte needs a hug.

[PamperedPrince]

On 11/24/2024 at 10:37 PM, diaper24/7 said:

It's bad for her now.

It's got to get worse before it gets better.  Hopefully, better days are ahead for Charlotte.

38 minutes ago, Night Rain said:

Charlotte needs a hug.

Charlotte's got plenty of love and support.  More on this to come!

 

I am currently in the process of proof reading the next chapter.  Look for it tomorrow morning!  😀

[PamperedPrince]

Chapter 26

“SERIOUSLY?!  WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?”  Charlotte’s eyes were stinging as the hot tears continued to flow out of her eyes and onto her reddened face.  Both Charlotte’s panties and the moistened areas of her footed sleeper were clinging to her skin like the moisture was some kind of glue.

Charlotte tugged at the sodden legs of her footed sleeper to peel loose the saturated fabric from her skin as she walked.  She was already uncomfortable, and there was simply no way that she would be able to sleep the rest of the night in a wet bed like this.  Her cell phone read 2:23 AM and she knew that she had to take care of two things immediately.

The first thing was the bedding.  Charlotte began pulling all the sheets off, until just the mattress was on the bed.  To her horror, a large pee spot was clearly visible on the mattress, and unless the mattress was treated soon, it would be ruined.  She couldn’t believe that she peed through all the bedding.  Had this accident been at home, a plastic mattress protector would have saved the mattress from getting wet.

Charlotte was now carrying the bedding, still quietly sobbing as she held the heavy sheets, which were even heavier since the sheets were soaked with her accident.  “I just had to piss myself again, didn’t I?” Charlotte said under her breath.  “Urgghhh!  I am tired of this!  Why can’t I have a cast-iron bladder?”

Charlotte knew that she had to get the bedding downstairs to the basement where the washer was.  And with it being so late at night, she had a good chance of not being spotted.

She turned the knob and swung the door open.  Charlotte then clutched the bedding and hoisted it over her shoulder.

As she was walking down the hallway, a loud sound startled her.

“Is that what I think it is?  Oh no, you poor dear!”

Just the voice alone was enough to turn Charlotte’s already red face to an even darker shade.  It was…Urghh…’Why did it have to be him?’

Over the corner of Charlotte’s eye, she saw James looming over Charlotte.

James looked down at Charlotte and sighed.  The poor middle schooler!  Even though Charlotte had the bedding bunched up, he could see all the moist areas of the bedding.  And when he looked at Charlotte, he saw that her purple and mint green footed sleeper with white polka dots was soaked from her belly all the way down to the footies.  The only dry part of the sleeper was from her chest to the collar.  “You poor girl!  Here.  Give me the bedding.  I will wash it for you, okay?”

Charlotte glanced down at her pajamas and sighed.  “What am I going to wear to bed?”

James scratched his head and then gave Charlotte an “Aha!” expression.  “You can wear my pajama bottoms.  They’ll definitely be a little big, but they’ll do for now.  Do you have any extra shirts?”

Charlotte shyly nodded.  At this point, Charlotte was just very upset and embarrassed that her BOYFRIEND had to find out about her most embarrassing secret.  That she was still a bedwetter.  Her boyfriend!  It was very hard for Charlotte to look at him in the eyes as she could still somewhat remember them dating when Charlotte was the same age as him.  But even that memory was beginning to fade in her mind.

James pointed to a nearby bathroom.  “Go and clean up.  I’ll get you some clean clothes.  I hope you don’t mind me asking, but did you bring extra panties?”

Charlotte nodded.  “Uh yahhhhhhh!”  ‘Really sweetie.  What kind of a question was that?  I’m obviously going to wear underwear tomorrow!’

Charlotte was handing James the bedding when the door swung open.  Jess looked very uncomfortable and made her way towards the bathroom.

James was almost to the staircase when he heard a shout.

“Jimmy, stop!”

Charlotte was still standing outside the bathroom, watching the exchange between Jess and her older brother (and Charlotte’s crush).

“First of all, please let me take care of this.” Jess insisted.  “Charlotte is my best friend, and I am already aware of her problem.”

James nodded.  “And so do I now.  I now feel like I need to do something for the poor girl.  Go back to bed and I will take care of the bedding, little sis.”

“No!” Jess argued.  “If you’re so insistent about helping my best friend, then we’re going to take care of it together.  Then I will go to bed.”

James sighed.  “Fair enough.  You know her a lot more than I do.”

That comment felt like a gut punch to Charlotte’s stomach.  ‘How could he not remember me?’  Perhaps it was that Charlotte was so lovestruck that she didn’t even realize that James’ past memories of her were overwritten when Charlotte regressed from a 12^th grader to an 8^th grader.

“We need to tell her mother about this, Jessica.” James suggested.

“No!” Jess shouted.  “I PROMISED Charlotte that I wouldn’t tell her mother or anyone!  You are NOT going to tell her!”

James let out a nervous chuckle and sighed.  “Fine.  If she’s your friend, see to it that you help her with her problem.  Now, we have to get the bedding to the washer and start cleaning the mattress.  And I need to get her some clothes.”

“No!” Jess said, shaking her head.  “Are you really going to have Charlotte wear boy clothes?  Your clothes are also way way WAY too big on her.  I’ll lend her a pair of my pajama pants.  Really Jimmy?  You were about to lend her your clothes?  That was the plan?  She’s my friend.  Let me take care of her.  I don’t try to help any of your friends.”

Charlotte entered the bathroom and closed the door.  She stripped off her clothes and took yet another shower.

Charlotte sighed as she thought about the accident and how her boyfriend actually saw it.  Well, not her boyfriend now considering how much has changed.  She stared down, watching the water from the showerhead splash onto the tiled floor before going down the drain.  She then saw some yellow water trickling down in a tiny stream.  ‘I’m pissing again, aren’t I?  URRRGH!  Why can’t I control my bladder?’

Charlotte finished her shower and dried off.  She entered the guest bedroom with a towel wrapped around her.  She saw both Jess and James using sponges to scrub the mattress with some cleaning solution.

Jess looked up to notice Charlotte and waved her hand towards the door.  “Get some clean panties and come to my room.  I have a pair of pajama pants for you to borrow.”

Charlotte followed Jess to her bedroom, and she handed Charlotte a pair of sky blue pajama bottoms.

“They’re going to be a little big on you, but they’ll have to do for tonight.” Jess told her.

A look of worry came over Charlotte’s face when she thought about James.  “He’s not going to tell anyone about the accident, is he?” Charlotte said, sighing.

“He won’t!” Jess told Charlotte.  “He better not!  This is to remain a secret between you, me, Kelly, and Jas!  And my brother Jimmy unfortunately now.  Don’t worry about tonight.  Just get some good rest and try not to drink too much.  Maybe it will help?”

Charlotte held the pair of pajama bottoms and gave Jess a forced smile.  “Okay.  I’ll keep these bottoms in the guest bedroom in the morning.”

“Sounds like a plan, Char!”

Both Charlotte and Jess made their way toward the guest bedroom when James poked his face out.

“Your friend is going to have to move to another guest bedroom,” James said with a sigh.  “The mattress needs to dry before we put any clean bedding on it.  That will make it easier to clean.”  James then gave Charlotte a compassionate look.  “Hey.  Don’t worry about the bed.  Accidents happen.  I myself was a bedwetter until I was 10 years old.  You’ll grow out of it, okay?”

Charlotte had to keep a straight face at that remark as “growing” has been something that seemed to be a problem for Charlotte lately.  For Charlotte, shrinking was the only thing that had been happening to Charlotte over the past month.  There was really no scientific way to explain how Charlotte could age in reverse.  Sure, it happened to Benjamin Button, but that was a work of fiction!  The scariest part about this to Charlotte was that it wasn’t a movie.  It was real.  It was actually happening to her and there was no way that she could stop it or prevent it from happening.  ‘How do I solve the mystery?  I need to solve it!’

Jess tapped Charlotte on the shoulder.  “Jimmy is right.  I used to tease him about his bedwetting when I was younger.  I mean, I was in the first grade and completely accident free!”  Jess began picking up Charlotte’s things.  “You go change in the bathroom.  I’m going to start moving some things into the guest bedroom.”

Charlotte nodded and carried some clean panties, a pink shirt with a heart on it, and Jess’s pajama bottoms that she was borrowing for the rest of the night.

She entered the bathroom to find her soaked pajamas, soaked panties, and her training bra that survived Charlotte’s “flood”.  Charlotte dressed herself in a bra and panties and put on her pink heart shirt.  But when she slid on Jess’s pajamas, they were noticeably a few sizes too big.  Fortunately, the bottoms had a drawstring, so she tightened them until the bottoms were snug around her body.  But even with the adjustment, the extra fabric around the waist and legs were quite noticeable.

Charlotte left the bathroom with her soaked clothes to find Jess standing there.

“Here,” Jess said, grabbing Charlotte’s soaked pajamas and panties.  “I’ll add them to the load with the bedding.  But first, I would like to show you where your new room is. Follow me.”

Charlotte followed Jess a short distance down the hallway to another guest bedroom.  Once inside, Charlotte saw that all her things were already in the new room.  Including Bobo, who sat on top of the comforter.

“I think that it’s cute that you still sleep with a stuffed bear.” Jess said as she smiled.  “Really.  I am not teasing you about it.  I think that it’s adorable.  Believe me.  If my mom didn’t get rid of my stuffed monkey, I would still be sleeping with it.  I miss my George!”  Jess then made a passing glance at the king size bed.  “Don’t drink too much,” Jess warned her.  “I don’t want you to wet another bed.”

Charlotte nodded.  “Well, of course!  Do you think that I did that on purpose?”

“No.” Jess told her.  “It was an accident that you couldn’t help.  Now it’s almost three in the morning so let’s get some sleep!  I’m going to get your bedding in and finish helping my big brother clean the mattress.  Good night, Charlotte!”

Charlotte nodded and felt the warm embrace of Jess as she was hugged by her best friend again.

“You’re my best friend, Charlotte,” Jess told her.  “Just remember that I’m always here for you.  Sure, I can be a little silly and hyper at times, but I really care about you.  We’re going to figure out your bladder problem, okay?”  Jess patted Charlotte on the back side of her neck and left the bedroom.

Charlotte turned off the light and got into the new bed.  She wrapped Bobo in her arms.  To her relief, Bobo was completely dry.  Perhaps Bobo was smart enough to avoid Charlotte’s accident?  ‘Of course you did, Bobo because you’re smart!’  Charlotte smiled as she held Bobo and fell back asleep.

Charlotte was now dropped off at her mother’s house.  To her relief, she only had a small urge to pee when she woke up that morning.  She went and did her business and then returned the pajama bottoms to Jess when she got dressed in her ripped jeans.

Jess also gave Charlotte her freshly cleaned footed pajamas and panty for her to pack before she joined Jess and her friends for breakfast.  It was a cereal morning, so all the girls helped themselves to a selection of either Cocoa Pebbles or Fruity Pebbles.  Charlotte liked both cereals, so she had a bowl of each.

After breakfast, it was time to take everyone home.  Like before, James offered to take Charlotte home with Jess accompanying Charlotte all the way back to her place.

To Charlotte’s relief, there was no discussion about her accident from last night.  Before Charlotte got out of the car, she looked James right in the eye.  “So, you’re not going to tell anyone about the accident?”

James smiled and nodded.  “Absolutely not, Charlotte!  Don’t worry about it, okay?”

Charlotte smiled as she left the Cadillac, feeling relieved that Charlotte’s secret was safe with James.

Charlotte was now entering the house with her overnight bag, backpack, gym bag, and purse.

Darcy glanced up from the couch to notice that her daughter was finally home.  “Oh, hi sweetie!  How was your sleepover?”

Charlotte made sure that she didn’t include her accident as part of the sleepover.  “It went great, mom!  I saw The Ringmaster Chronicles: The First Age on Netflix with my friends and we had pizza rolls and quesadillas!  It was quite enjoyable.”

Darcy nodded, knowing what not to ask her daughter about.  More recently, Charlotte has been having accidents and she was always self-conscious about it.  ‘I better not ask her about that.’ She thought.  ‘She’s already embarrassed enough as it is.  Why ruin such a wonderful moment for my girl?’  “That’s great, honey.  I’m glad that you had such a wonderful time.  Now, be ready for later because we’re going over to your Aunt Darlene’s.  And a very special person is going to be there to babysit!”

Charlotte was in disbelief.  “What?  Babysit?  Mom, I don’t need a babysitter!”

Darcy nodded.  “Of course not, dear.  This person you know…They will be there to babysit Allison and Heather.  Now I want you to help them since you’re going to make a wonderful babysitter next summer.  Especially when Allison is in her terrible twos!”

Charlotte frowned.  ‘Wonderful babysitter next summer?  I’m already a wonderful babysitter!  What is mom talking about?’  “Okay mom!”  Charlotte took all her things upstairs to her bedroom.

Charlotte unpacked all her things from the sleepover, including Jess’s extra copy of The Raidemirillion that she let Charlotte borrow.  ‘Oh yeah!  I need to start reading this for next week!’

Charlotte then noticed a bulge in the compartment of her overnight bag.  “What is this?” She said with a sigh.  “I thought that I unpacked everything…”

Charlotte unzipped the pouch to discover a pair of pink panties that now smelled like dried pee.  That’s when Charlotte realized that these were the panties that she soaked when she was at Langford Middle School yesterday.  She wanted to hide the evidence, so she placed it in her dirty clothes hamper.  The only problem was that the dirty clothes hamper was…empty.

Charlotte glanced at the mint green dress that she wore yesterday.  “Aha!”  She took the dress and placed it on top of the panties.  Problem solved.  She also placed her footed sleeper on top of the dress, even though they were freshly washed.  She took the dry panties and placed them in the drawer.

After Charlotte had everything put away, she decided to change into her running clothes.  She needed her daily dose of adrenaline, so an 8-mile run would hit the spot.  It’s a little more than 30% of a marathon so it was perfect on a day like this.

Charlotte changed into some clean panties for her workout, along with a pink sports bra, a sweatband, a pink tank top, a gray pair of jogging pants, and her white tab socks.

After that was the pièce de résistance. Charlotte’s Bottega Veneta running shoes.  Charlotte felt goosebumps inside of her as she sat in her chair, lacing up her shoes.  Like always, the cushioning was perfect on her feet, and they fit Charlotte perfectly.

Charlotte knew that she had a mystery to solve.  But after Charlotte slipped on the shoes, this was not a concern to Charlotte.

It didn’t matter that Charlotte had an embarrassing accident at Langford Middle School.  It didn’t matter that Charlotte wet the bed at Jess’s house.  It didn’t even matter that her crush James witnessed her soaked pajamas.  None of it mattered to Charlotte right now as she began to feel a comfortable and warm sensation in her feet again.  The warmth spread up her legs, up her belly, and into her heart, filling Charlotte completely with relief and comfort.  Her not being able to figure out the mystery…that didn’t matter.  Her being only 13 years old instead of 29.  That didn’t matter either.  All Charlotte knew right now was that she was right where she was supposed to be.  It just felt…good.  And it felt so right.  Nothing else really mattered to Charlotte.

Nothing else mattered.

Charlotte was on cloud nine as she made slow running strides down the stairs.  When she reached the bottom, she was running in place, alternating her strong legs back and forth.

Darcy caught a glimpse of her daughter already performing her warmups for what looked like another run.  She couldn’t help but laugh when she saw this routine.  “Going for another run, dear?”

Charlotte smiled.  “Yes mom!  I’m only going to run 8 miles today.”

Darcy gave Charlotte a nod of approval, knowing that this distance wouldn’t take Charlotte any time at all.  “Okay Char!  Have a good run!”

Charlotte felt a strong urge to pee, so she used the bathroom before she began.  It was a good thing that she did as a large torrent of pee began to fill the toilet bowl.  ‘It must have been all that milk from those two bowls of cereal!’

Charlotte finished up and was now officially ready to run.  She waved goodbye to her mother and left the house.

Once at the Langford running trail, Charlotte began to think about the person that would be babysitting Allison and Heather.  Who could they be?  Could it be…Hmm.  ‘Who are they again?  I saw them at Junior Track with Mrs. Lopez!’  Charlotte gave up trying to remember who they were and began her run.

This time, Charlotte found herself once again running a marathon in Tokyo.  She knew this to be the case from the landmarks and the announcer barking out announcements in Japanese.  Charlotte found herself thinking in the moment and made the sudden realization.  ‘I really am running in Tokyo right now.  But how did I get here?  I know that this is not a dream!’

Charlotte outran her rival Anthony Jacobs once again and kept her lead for the last five miles.  She broke the tape and won another marathon.

Charlotte found herself back at the Langford running trail again.  Charlotte carefully glanced at her surroundings for something different about the trail.  It was exactly the same.  She even glanced at her hands.  Same hands and same workout clothes.  And they still fit her perfectly.

Charlotte returned home and took a shower.  She realized that she never peed before her shower and found herself unconsciously peeing in the shower once again.  ‘Am I just too relaxed to realize that I am peeing?  This is annoying…’

Charlotte managed to read the first two chapters of The Raidemirillion before she heard a soft tap on her door.

“Charlotte honey?  It’s time to go to Aunt Darlene’s!”

Charlotte gasped when she realized that she didn’t pack her things to go over there.  Maybe she wanted to read more of her book.  And didn’t her mom say that she would be staying over there?  “MOM!  I forgot to pack my things!”

Darcy entered and smiled.  “Shhh! It’s okay, Charlie dear.  I packed your bag already.  I’m going to be out very late, so I packed some of your favorite pajamas in there in case you get too sleepy over there.  You’ve been known to do that, honey…”

Charlotte glanced at her mother and noticed how nicely dressed she was.  Where was she going?  A wedding?  Church?  “Mom, you’re dressed up pretty nice for tonight.”

Darcy smiled.  “Of course I am, honey.  Where I am going with your aunt and uncle is a place where adults have to dress up very nice.”

Charlotte caught a whiff of what smelled like the finest perfume.  “And smell nice mom?”

Darcy grinned.  “Yes.  At this place, we have to smell nice too honey.  Now let’s get going dear.”

Charlotte put on her running shoes and left the house with her mother.

As Charlotte was walking over with her mother, she thought of the fun sleepover with Jess.  “During breakfast this morning, Jess wanted me to come over for another sleepover next week.  Can I, mom?  Can I?”

Darcy nodded.  “Sure dear.  Just let me talk to Jess’s mom and we can make those plans, okay?”

Charlotte arrived at Aunt Darlene’s with her mother and the door opened.

To Charlotte’s surprise, Aunt Darlene and Uncle Daniel were also dressed up very nicely like her mother was.

Charlotte then saw a familiar face.  It was…Monica?  What is Monica doing here?  “Mom, why is Monica here?”

Darcy laughed.  “Honey, Monica is here to babysit Allison and Heather.”  Darcy was very careful to omit Charlotte’s name as she wanted her daughter to feel more grown up and not grouped with her younger cousins.  “Why don’t you go play with Heather and Allison, dear?  I need to talk to Monica about a few things.”

“Okay mom!” Charlotte said with a nod.  She walked over to Heather, who was smiling.

“YAY!” Heather shouted.  “CHARY!”

Charlotte didn’t mind her younger cousin’s attempt to pronounce her nickname.  After all, Charlotte thought that “Chary” sounded cute from the lips of a girl that was that age.

“Finally!” Heather shouted.  “Someone to play with!  Can you play Candyland with me?  No one else wants to, and my little sister is too young to know how.”

Charlotte agreed and sat down with Heather.  Charlotte opened the game and they began a new game of Candyland.

Darcy was talking to Monica about Charlotte and some things that she would need to know concerning her.  “First of all, I would want her to help you with the younger kids.  When I told her about the babysitting tonight, I didn’t include her name since Charlotte is of the age where she wants to be treated like an adult.”

Monica smiled.  “Yeah.  I get it.  I was a lot like that at thirteen.  So for the record, I am babysitting Allison and Heather.” Monica winked at Darcy and smiled.

Darcy laughed.  “Yes.  It will make Charlotte feel a lot better if she feels like that she’s not treated like a child.  But there’s one important matter that I need to address.  Now as a mom, I know how hard something like this can be.  Okay.  I’ll just say it.” Darcy lowered her voice to a whisper.  “Charlotte has been wetting the bed lately.  More recently, she has wet the bed at her friend’s house last night.  Mrs. Richardson informed me about this earlier today.  Now I never brought this matter up with Charlotte, as I know how much it embarrasses her.  Now underneath her pajamas, I have bought her something that will help her with her bedwetting problem.  See to it that she wears it before she puts her pajamas on, okay Monica?”

Monica smiled and nodded.  “Mrs. Warren, I have dealt with similar cases.  Now granted Charlotte is older than the average case.  She’s no different than a person of any age with that problem.”

Meanwhile, Charlotte could faintly hear her mother talking to Monica while she was playing Candyland.  But she couldn’t make out what they were talking about.  ‘Maybe Monica was talking about her classes!’ Charlotte smiled as she drew another card and moved her token to another space on the board.

But Heather was already one turn away from winning Candyland.  She drew the card, and it was a double red.  “I win!” Heather shouted.

Moments later, the adults were ready to leave.

Darcy glanced at Charlotte and smiled.  “I’m going to be back very late to pick you up, Char honey.  You know Monica from junior track, right?  Be the helper and help her take care of Allison and Heather!  I love you, dear!”

Darcy gave Charlotte a kiss on her forehead and left with Aunt Darlene and Uncle Daniel.

Charlotte smiled when she saw Monica.  With her mother gone, she could finally talk to her best friend.  It’s been a while, but maybe she could finally catch up with her!

“So how are the modeling classes?” Charlotte asked Monica.

Monica smiled.  “How did you know that I took modeling classes, Charlotte?  Did you overhear me talking to your mother?” Monica hoped that Charlotte did not hear the more sensitive subjects that she discussed with Mrs. Warren.  “They’re going well, Charlotte!  I heard from your mother that you’re taking modeling classes in eighth grade too!  And isn’t this cool?  We’re both Seniors!  I’m a senior at Langford and you’re a Senior at Langford Middle School.  Isn’t that cool, Char?  You don’t mind if I call you Char, do you?”

Charlotte smiled.  This was the name that she preferred her best friend calling her.  “Sure! Call me Char as much as you want!  Now, how was your sleepover with Lauren?”

Monica smiled.  “Oh.  Lauren?  You also see her from Junior Track, right?  Yes.  Our sleepover was amazing.  It was me, her, and Roxy.  It was a blast.  Your mom told me about a sleepover that you went to.”

Charlotte nodded.  “Yes.  It was at Jess’s house!  It was pretty fun…”

Monica grinned.  ‘Charlotte mentioned modeling!  I don’t want to spoil the fun game that I’m going to play later with her and Heather!’  “Well, let’s start with a little TV and then we can go outside.”

“Yay!” Heather shouted.  “I wanna go running!”

Monica laughed.  “I’m sure that you do, Heather.  But how about some Blue’s Clues first?”

“BLUE’S CLUES!!!” Heather screamed.  “I LOVE BLUE’S CLUES!”

‘SO DO I!’ Charlotte screamed in her mind.

Allison looked tired.  And since Darlene told Monica that she didn’t sleep well, Monica carried her upstairs and placed her in her crib for a nap.

Back downstairs, both Heather and Charlotte were mesmerized by the episode of Blue’s Clues that was playing.

Monica laughed when she saw Charlotte intensely focused on the show like Heather was.  “Do you like Blue’s Clues too, Charlotte?”

Charlotte gasped, as she knew that she had to say something to save face.  “Well, kind of.  I used to watch the show all the time when I was Heather’s age…”

Monica nodded.  “And it looks like you still enjoy it!  Don’t be ashamed, Char.  Let that inner child in you come out.”

Charlotte frowned. “Inner child?”

Monica nodded.  “Yes.  I am taking psychology this year and we are exploring that very subject.  What you’re basically experiencing is all the repressed memories from your childhood.  There’s nothing wrong with stroking that kid in you from the past.  We all have that kid inside of us.  It’s part of us.”

After one more hour of Blue’s Clues, Charlotte realized that something was off about Heather.  ‘Why hasn’t she gone to the bathroom yet?’

Charlotte wasted no time heading to the bathroom.  She sat down and peed.  After that, she finished up and returned to the living room.

Heather was still sitting there in her stretch jeans and pink shirt.

Charlotte was now perplexed as to why Heather hadn’t gone to the bathroom yet.  ‘Doesn’t she have to go?  She’s supposed to be one-upping me in potty training!’  Finally, Charlotte gave Heather a tap on the shoulder.

“What?” Heather said with a sigh.  “I’m watching Blue’s Clues!”

Charlotte pointed down at Heather’s waist.  “Do you have to go potty, Heather?”

Heather shook her head.  “No, I don’t.” Her attention immediately returned to watching Blue’s Clues.

Charlotte had to do something.  As Monica’s helper, she had to make sure that Heather wasn’t going to pee her pants.  She approached Monica, who was getting food prepared for the dinner they were having later on.

“Um Monica?” Charlotte said, her face looking concerned.

“Yes Char?” Monica asked with a jovial smile.

Charlotte pointed her finger at the couch.  “Heather…I asked her if she has to go potty and she told me that she doesn’t have to go.”

Monica’s face looked alarmed.  “Oh, that’s right!  Thanks for reminding me, Char!”

Charlotte followed Monica as she quickly paced over to where Heather was sitting.  Charlotte then saw Monica reach her hand underneath Heather’s pants, hearing something soft like she was checking something.

“Yup!” Monica said with a smile.  “It looks like my little angel has been pretty busy.  Come with me, Heather and we’ll change.”  She then glanced at Charlotte and winked at her.  “So do you have to go Char while I change Heather?”

Charlotte could not believe the words that were coming out of Monica’s mouth.  Was Heather really still wearing diapers?  Because of Charlotte’s accident on her aunt’s and uncle’s couch, Heather was blamed for an accident that she never did and as a result was put back in diapers.  What surprised Charlotte the most was that it seemed like Heather just wasn’t trying anymore.  What happened to Heather’s enthusiasm in using the potty like a big girl?  It was completely destroyed all because of Charlotte.  Heather was at the top of the spiraled slide when it came to potty training.  And like a mean bully, Charlotte shoved her cousin down the slide, causing Heather’s downward spiral back into diapers.

“Charlotte?” Monica repeated.  “I’m going to change Heather.  Would you want to try and use the potty?”

“I used the potty right before I got you!” Charlotte told her.  She actually felt guilty when she said it that time, knowing that her four-year-old cousin was back in diapers, thanks to her.

Charlotte’s guilt increased as she watched Monica take Heather upstairs for a change.  Did Heather really just give up like that?  When she thought of how Heather was dressed, it should have been clear to her that the area around her cousin’s waist looked a little bulkier, even with her shirt tucked over her pants.  The bulge was clear on the butt.  And that was why Heather “didn’t have to go”.  She already went, as it seemed that Heather decided at some point that she didn’t want her big girl panties anymore.

Charlotte now felt bad for turning the tables on her cousin.  Heather really didn’t deserve to be put back in diapers.  If anyone deserved to be in diapers, it was Charlotte, considering how frequent her accidents have become.  ‘What have I done?  My poor cousin…’

Monica came back downstairs with Heather, who was smiling as she walked back towards the living room.

Charlotte glanced at her cousin’s butt and sure enough, the bulge was clearly noticeable.

“I wanna watch more Blue’s Clues!” Heather shouted.  “PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE?”

Monica smiled.  “I got a better idea.  Charlotte, how about you and Heather have a race?  But let’s do it outside since it’s safer there.”

“Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!!” Heather shouted.  “Let’s run Charry!”

Monica smiled.  “Is that how she says ‘Charlie’?  It’s so cute!”

Charlotte and Heather had a race.  But since Charlotte was wearing the running shoes, she felt the competitive spirit burning brightly inside of her.  Charlotte only intended to run as fast as Heather.

But when the race began, Charlotte was easily outrunning Heather and beating her with every race.

This broke Heather’s spirit and she started to cry.  “Charry beat me again!  I wanna win!”

Charlotte sighed as she intended to slow down to let Heather win.  But even with her slowing down, she was still running faster than Heather.  It seemed that her slowest pace still seemed to be outmatching Heather for some reason.  Charlotte then had an idea.  She took off her shoes and socks and began to run outside barefoot.  When Charlotte did this, she was able to slow down for Heather and let her win.

“Yay!” Heather shouted.  “I win!  I wanna win again!”

After ten more barefoot races where Heather won, she was starting to get tired.

Monica grinned.  “Thank you for finally letting Heather win, Char.  Now it sounds like I hear someone that has had a very good nap…”  Monica was holding a baby monitor and heard Allison crying.

“That’s my sister!” Heather shouted.  “You need to get her out of her crib.”

Monica nodded.  “That’s what I’m doing, dearie.  Let’s go inside.”

Charlotte grabbed her socks and running shoes and went back inside with Heather and Monica.

Both Charlotte and Heather played another game of Candyland while Monica went upstairs to get Allison up from her nap.

Monica brought Allison downstairs while Charlotte and Heather were halfway through their game.

Monica saw the grass stains on Charlotte’s feet and gasped.  “Uh oh! Someone needs to wash their feet off! Charlotte, can you please go into the bathroom to do that?”

Charlotte nodded.  “Yes Monica.  I will!”

Charlotte hurried to the bathroom and used the shower to spray the grass stain off her two feet.  While she was in the bathroom, she decided to use it again.  She let out a stream of pee for about 20 seconds before she finished up.

When Charlotte returned, she saw Allison sitting in her playpen.  Heather was standing next to Monica.

Charlotte realized that she was still barefoot, so she found her socks in the living room.  She slipped them on and then put her running shoes back on.  She laced them up and tied both shoes so that they were snugly around her feet.                                                                                                                              

“We’re gonna play a fun game!” Heather said with a big smile.

Monica nodded.  “Yes.  Heather’s right, Charlotte.  Are you interested in a fun game, Charlotte?  Now you are going to appreciate this.  Because do you know what we’re going to do?  We’re going to do some modeling!”

Monica had both Charlotte and Heather stand in designated positions in the living room.

“Okay,” Monica began.  “This is how this game is going to work.  I’m going to do a pose, and then you’re going to have to try and copy the pose that I do.  The most poses wins!  But before we start, I am going to show you every pose once, so pay attention.  Sound fun?”

“YEAH!”  Heather shouted.  “I wanna do poses!”

Monica began slowly showing both Charlotte and Heather her poses, while keeping a careful eye on Allison.  She showed them an Over the shoulder, hands on hips, a three-quarter pose, back to camera, facial play, face the camera, hands in pockets, Contrapposto (this one was hard for Heather, so Monica told them both to just smile for this one), and play with hair.

Monica began the game, randomly performing the poses that both Charlotte and Heather had to copy.

Like Heather, Charlotte was actually having problems with copying some of the poses.  While Charlotte could do very basic poses in Modeling 4, this was advanced modeling, so a Contrapposto was difficult for Charlotte now.  Hands in pockets was easy, but she had to smile naturally while she was doing this.  Playing with her hair was also easy, and Heather was having a roaring good time with brushing her long black hair around with her hands.  Face the camera, back to camera, and three quarter pose was hard for Charlotte, as Monica was the “camera” and her angle of looking at her was not precise enough.

The game continued.

“Hands in pockets!” Monica ordered, swiftly placing her hands in her pockets. 

Both Charlotte and Heather placed their hands in their pockets.

“I don’t gots anything in my pockets!” Heather said, giggling.

“One two three… Contrapposto!” Monica ordered, looking natural and giving them her smile.

Both Charlotte and Heather simply smiled since the pose went over their heads.

“One two three…Face the camera!” Monica said, pointing her index finger at her face.

Both Charlotte and Heather gave Monica a focused glance as they smiled for the “camera”.

After an hour of the modeling game, both the girls were tired.

Monica then approached Heather again and performed her “check” that Charlotte saw earlier.   “You’re a little damp, honey.”  Monica told her.  “Let’s go upstairs for another change.  And while we’re at it, let’s get you into your jammies!”

Heather looked ecstatic. “Yay!  Jammies!”

But before Heather could go upstairs, Allison began to cry.

Monica approached Allison only to be overwhelmed by a putrid odor.  “Woo Allison!  It looks like you made a very stinky one!  Heather, is it okay if your sister goes first?”

Heather nodded.  “My sister POOPED!  She can go first!  You need to change it because it smells yucky.”

Monica laughed.  “Yes dear, it does.  Upstairs and I’ll change both you girls!”

Charlotte sighed when she saw Heather walking upstairs with Allison.  Heather was once again getting her diaper changed by Monica, and it was all Charlotte’s fault.  It was Charlotte’s fault that she threw her younger cousin under the bus and made her give up on potty training.  Charlotte tried to imagine the blame that Heather had to go through.  Perhaps Heather tried to tell the truth.  Perhaps Heather’s confession of “I didn’t do it” was simply not believed by her mother since she saw the accident on the couch.  The accident that was actually Charlotte’s instead of Heather’s.  No crying, whining or arguing would convince Heather’s mother to keep her daughter in her big girl underwear.  From what Aunt Darlene saw, the writing was on the wall.  According to her, Heather did it, and she was going to stay in diapers for a little while.

But that little while, Charlotte guessed, became longer as Heather gave up on the potty one day at a time.  She began to use her diapers all the time, whether she was at daycare or at home.  Every reminder of her to use the potty now became a firm refusal.  Because of Charlotte, Heather just didn’t want to use the potty anymore.  Maybe not ever.

So the day finally came when Darlene just decided to back off on Heather’s big setback.  “She’s just not ready,” Darlene decided.  “We’ll revisit it when she shows more interest.  When she’s ready.”

The daycare was even put on notice to adjust to Heather’s new needs.  But this was still Charlotte’s fault.  Charlotte knew this and was now the very reason why Aunt Darlene had to buy more diapers instead of Pull-Up’s for Heather.

Monica came back downstairs with a very happy Heather, who was dressed in a footed sleeper with rainbows and unicorns on it.

As Heather walked past Charlotte, Charlotte noticed that the bulge was sticking out from the back side of the pajamas.  It looked bigger and thicker and served as a constant reminder to Charlotte of a crime that she was responsible for.  Her younger cousin should be in big girl underwear, not a thick nighttime diaper!

But it didn’t seem to bother Heather for some reason.  She didn’t have to carry the guilt that Charlotte had to carry with her.  It wasn’t Heather’s fault!  Now Heather was carrying Charlotte’s guilt around on her butt as a potty-training dropout.  Charlotte couldn’t take it anymore, so she glanced away from the diapered bulge in the pajamas.

Monica made a simple dinner of Chef Boyardee ravioli, which was one of Heather’s favorite foods.

Charlotte glanced at the empty can and licked her lips.  ‘Mmm!! Ravioli?  That looks good.’

The ravioli was served with steamed mixed vegetables.  Small green beans, carrot coins, and peas.

To offer an incentive for Heather to eat her vegetables, Monica promised dessert, since that was okay with Aunt Darlene.  Two Oreo cookies were offered to the ones that could finish every last morsel of food on their plate.  And that included vegetables.

Charlotte carefully watched Heather to make sure that she was eating her vegetables.

Heather began to grab her vegetables, but Charlotte caught her in the act.

“You have to eat them, Heather!” Charlotte told her.  “Don’t throw them on the floor.  See my plate?  It’s nice and clean!”

“I don’t like them.” Heather protested.

“Well, do you want those two Oreo cookies?” Charlotte asked her cousin.  “Monica will give them to you if you eat your vegetables.”

Heather hesitated as she glanced at her plate that still had most of her vegetables on it.  “I want the Oreo cookies.”

Charlotte sighed, but then got an idea.  “How fast can you eat them, Heather?  Let’s pretend it’s a race!”

Heather smiled and began devouring her vegetables as fast as she could.  She chewed and she swallowed quickly until every last vegetable was consumed.  “I win!!!”

“Oh!” Monica smiled.  “Did somebody finish their vegetables?”

“I did!” Heather shouted.  “I did!”

“Well here’s your prize!” Monica said, holding two Oreo cookies in her hand.  “Two delicious Oreo cookies.  And since that plate is empty, they’re yours.”  Monica placed the Oreo cookies on Heather’s plate.  “And Charlotte, thank you for being a big girl and getting Heather to finish her vegetables.  Your plate is also empty, so YOU get two Oreo cookies.  Thanks for setting the example, Char.”  Monica placed the cookies on Charlotte’s plate.

Charlotte ate her Oreo cookies slower than usual as she didn’t want to be a bad example for Heather, who successfully ate her vegetables thanks to her clever coercing.  She held her glass of milk in her hands and glanced at Heather’s cup, which was still full.  “Drink your milk, Heather!  It goes perfect with the cookies!”

Heather was now finished with her cookies, so she gulped down her milk.  “Urghhhhhhh…” Heather grunted, as the sound of flatulence could be heard from her.  After that came a sound that could only be described as what you would hear from a ketchup bottle.

Charlotte could immediately smell what had just happened with Heather.  Monica could smell it too, and she made a game of it.

“Heather,” Monica addressed.  “Did you just poop, honey?”

Heather gave her a shy nod.

“Well dear,” Monica said, maintaining a smile.  “It looks like you need to be changed into another one!  Let’s get you out of that stinky mess.”

Heather for some reason seemed to be enjoying it.  Charlotte reasoned that Heather just felt relieved to have it all out of her now.

“Let’s go, poopy girl.” Monica said, as she led Heather out of the kitchen and back upstairs.

“I POOPED!” Heather shouted as she was being led by Monica up the stairs.

This made Charlotte sigh again.  Not only was Heather peeing her diapers, but she was also pooping in them too.  “I did this,” Charlotte sighed, feeling the weight of guilt from every one of those three words.  The poor girl doesn’t even have a sense of responsibility yet, and here Charlotte wanted to get out of any trouble that may have come from her aunt.  But maybe it wouldn’t have been trouble.  Maybe her mom would’ve done something to address the problem instead of her aunt sentencing Heather to her diapered prison.  The easy way out now became a stronghold of guilt that began to build inside of Charlotte.  Every trip to the bathroom now became a reminder to her of the freedom she had at the expense of her poor cousin’s padded slavery.

About 10 minutes later, Monica came back down with Heather once again.

Monica glanced at Charlotte, who was still wearing her pink heart shirt and ripped jeans.  “You don’t have to wear your pajamas, Char.  But if you get tired, I’ll want you to put them on.”  She then turned to Heather.  “I think that it’s bedtime for you.”

“NOOOOOOOOOOO!” Heather whined.  “Let’s play one more game!  PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE?”

Monica smiled.  “Okay dear.  One more game.  What game should we play, Heather?”

“Hide and go seek!”  Heather shouted.

Monica laughed.  “Okay.  You and Charlotte can play one game of hide and go seek.”

“Charlotte’s it!” Heather shouted.

Monica let out an exaggerated gasp. “Did you hear that, Char?  You better go hide!  We’re going to give you lots of time to hide, so we’re going to count to 100, okay?”

“I can’t count to a-hun-did!” Heather whined.

Monica placed her hand on Heather’s face.  “I’m going to show you how to count to 100, okay?  Just repeat after me.  You can start hiding, Char! Okay.  Let’s close our eyes and no peeking, okay? Oneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…Twooooooooooooooooooooo…Threeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee….”

Charlotte hurried out of the room and tried to think of a great place to hide.  Charlotte knew that since her aunt’s house was like her mom’s, it also had a basement for laundry.  ‘I’ll hide in the basement!  They’ll never find me there!’

Charlotte opened the basement door, being careful to close the door behind her.  At the bottom of the stairs was the laundry room, but she found another door downstairs.  She opened the door and found a room that had a furnace and both water heaters inside.

Since Charlotte didn’t want to be found, she closed the door right behind her.

Charlotte could now faintly hair the sound coming through the floor above her.

“100! Ready or not, here I come!”

Charlotte spent the next few minutes in her hiding place, waiting to see if they could find her in the basement.

But as the minutes passed, Charlotte realized something that she did not take into account.  From that large glass of milk that she drank earlier, it was now starting to catch up with her.

Several more minutes passed.  They still couldn’t find Charlotte.

Charlotte now began to groan, as her bladder began to ache.  She immediately thought of the bathroom, and how going in there would be better than any of her past accidents.  Sure, she would have to quit hide and go seek, but she would be a proud quitter with a dry pair of panties.

Charlotte grabbed the doorknob and began to turn it, only it was…stuck.  Was it…Charlotte gulped…locked?  ‘No no no!  It can’t be!’  Charlotte desperately tried to push at the door, turning the knob in vain as it was stuck.  ‘Just what kind of basement would have a door that would lock like this?’

Something else was also desperately trying to escape.  It was the pee that was trapped in her bladder.  It was pounding on the inside of her bladder, just as trapped as Charlotte was.

Charlotte groaned as she was in so much pain that she just couldn’t stand up anymore, which forced her to sit on the floor.  “No,” Charlotte whimpered.   “I don’t want another accident.  Can the door just open?”

But Charlotte’s wish was not granted.  The door remained close as Charlotte writhed in pain, the sharp sting from her bladder growing worse and worse by the second.  Charlotte really didn’t want it to happen again.  Not now.  Not ever.

Charlotte heard the basement door swing open. “Over here, Heather.  We looked everywhere in the house.  Now she has got to be down in the basement.”

A feeling of excitement surged into Charlotte’s heart.  ‘Are they going to get me out?  Am I going to make it in time?”

Just then, Charlotte felt a brief burst of pee flow into her pants.  But Charlotte clenched her legs together.  ‘No.” Charlotte told herself.  ‘Not this time!  You’re stronger than this.  You…You can do it!  You’re almost there!’

“Heather, I need you to be careful.  Take big steps and hold my hand.  One…Two…One…Two…There you go!”

 The steps began to thud, with Heather’s lighter steps, followed by Monica’s heavier steps.

But Charlotte was intensely focused on holding everything in.  There was no room for error.  She just couldn’t let go under any circumstance.

It was then that a new thought entered Charlotte’s mind.  It was a good thought.  It was a happy thought.

That’s when Charlotte realized that she was still wearing the running shoes.  Like before, all the cares began melting away before her very eyes.  Her accident that she had yesterday didn’t matter.  Her wetting the bed at Jess’s house didn’t matter.  Her former boyfriend seeing her soaked pajamas didn’t matter.  And now…

The accident that she was trying so hard to prevent just didn’t matter anymore.

Charlotte then felt a comforting warmth in her feet.  It spread up her legs, above her stomach, and into her heart.  But that was not the only warmth that Charlotte felt.  Charlotte began to feel a warmth around her crotch.  And then in her underwear.  The warmth continued to flow around her butt, around her ankles, around her thighs, around her legs…

And then the warmth spread around on the concrete floor where she was sitting.  The warmth expanded into a wet puddle, which Charlotte showed no resistance in stopping.  She willingly peed out everything.  All the pee that she could pee that was inside her.  It didn’t matter to Charlotte anymore.  Charlotte felt…comfort.   Charlotte felt…safe.   Charlotte felt…complete relief.  It didn’t matter that the puddle of warm pee was continuing to expand around Charlotte.  She knew that it was all going to work out in the end.  ‘It’s good.  It’s okay.  I’m okay.  I’m fine.  It will be alright.’

The warmth continued, but this time from Charlotte’s heart.  It just felt…good.  And it just felt so right.  Charlotte may be sitting sopping wet in her own accident, but it just didn’t matter to her.

Nothing else mattered.

But then, the door opened.  Charlotte almost forgot the reason why she was sitting in the basement in the first place.

She was playing a game.  A game beloved by all children.

Hide and go seek.

But now, the game was over.  Charlotte was found out and unfortunately for her, she found more than just her best friend turned babysitter and her cousin.

She found embarrassment.  She found plenty of shame.  Her relief was short lived as she found both shame and embarrassment beginning to fill her body until…

Charlotte cried.

Charlotte was about to get wet again, but this time with her own tears.  Large beads of tears began rolling down her eyes as she came to the realization of what she just did.  It was…I…I didn’t mean to.  Any of her attempts to try to rationalize her accident would not be sufficient for her best friend.  She was 13 years old!  No.  That’s not right.  17?  That wasn’t right either.  20?  No.  27?  Close.  29?  Yes.  Charlotte was 29, yet somehow trapped in a 13-year old’s body and an adult like her should have the understanding that peeing your pants on the basement floor was not a normal behavior.  The very thought of this made Charlotte cry even harder.

Heather walked over to glance at the large puddle of pee that Charlotte was sitting in.  “Uh oh!  Charry!  You had an accident!  You’re apposed to go in the potty.  The floor is not the potty.”

Charlotte understood the childlike innocence that her younger cousin had.  But none of it was helping to hold back the tears that were flowing out of her eyes.  Charlotte cried harder, until her cries turned into hiccups.

Heather was just inches of stepping into the puddle of pee when Monica pulled back the girl and picked her up.  “You don’t want to step in that, honey.  It’s pee!  It’s yucky!  Heather, say goodnight to your cousin Charlotte.  Say it together with me.  Good night cousin Charlotte!”

“Good night cousin Charlotte!” Heather repeated.

“Now Char, please dry up those tears for me.” Monica told her.  “I’m going to get Heather to bed and then I’m going to help you out, okay?  We’re going to get it all cleaned up and we’re going to get you all cleaned up.  Don’t you move.  Just stop crying, okay?”

Monica glanced at Charlotte as she carried Heather, her charge, upstairs with her.  All she could do was pity the poor girl who just couldn’t hold in her bladder.  Monica knew what she needed to do next.  She just needed to get Charlotte cleaned up first.

Charlotte simply stayed put.  She just didn’t want to move from her accident.  Charlotte couldn’t see herself in the mirror but if she did, all she would be able to see is a pathetic 13-year-old girl that just pissed her pants all over the basement floor.  It’s a good thing that this basement wasn’t finished, or it would’ve been all over the carpeting.  ‘Just what kind of person am I to just willingly piss myself like this?  Really? And only a toddler would cry about peeing her pants…’

And as ironic as it was, this was all it took for Charlotte to start crying again.  How, just how would she explain to Monica this accident.  ‘Oh gee.  I just wanted to go and pee myself on purpose.  I didn’t want to stop it or anything.  Just who does that?  Apparently, me since I’m sitting in my piss now…’

Before Charlotte could think anymore, Monica was back downstairs, giving Charlotte a very concerned look.

“Char, my dear.” Monica said with a sigh.  “How did this all happen?  Could you please tell me?”

Charlotte just didn’t want to.  In her head, it made perfect sense.  But it simply wouldn’t for someone like Monica, who was just another one of Charlotte’s friends that she inherited due to the time shifting.  Originally, it was Lexi and Maya.  Then, it was Lauren and Monica.  After that came Jess, Kelly, and Jasmine.  Monica was simply the second generation that came as a result of an altered timeline.  An altered timeline that Charlotte couldn’t explain.

The real answer was that Charlotte was simply trapped in the basement with no way out.  She should’ve peed before the game of hide and seek but she never did.  That was the answer, but Charlotte just didn’t want to tell her best friend.  She was too embarrassed.  Too ashamed…

‘Am I really going to say this to her?  This is the worse excuse ever!  Only a five-year-old would ever say this excuse.  But what other choice to I have?’  Charlotte let out a deep sigh as tears continued to flow out of her eyes, along with the snot that was dripping off her nose.  “It was…” Charlotte stammered.  “It was…”

“It was what, Char?” Monica asked her, patiently waiting for the answer.

“It was ah accsahdent!” Charlotte heard her voice utter in the most pathetic and childish way possible.  This was only more fuel to the fire as Charlotte continued to let out deep sobs.

“Oh Char…” Monica said in a voice that tried to calm Charlotte down.  “Accidents happen all the time, dear.  And did you know that even bigger kids like you can have accidents?  Yes Char.  And you know what?  It’s happened to me before, believe it or not.  So don’t worry about it!  It’s no big deal, Char.  We’re going to clean it all up.  Okay?”

Charlotte sighed.  ‘What do you mean, “we”? ‘

Monica kindly pointed to the corner of the basement.  “You know what?  Char?  Can you please stand over there?  I am going to show you just how easy this mess can get cleaned up.  It’s very easy so I’m going to want you to watch, okay?”

Charlotte nodded, her eyes still red with tears.  She watched as Monica took several sheets of paper towels and began to sop up the puddle of pee.  She repeated the process until a slightly moist puddle laid there.  After that, Monica sprayed a few strong cleaners where the pee stain was and began to wipe it with a few more sheets of paper towels.

“See?” Monica told her.  “See how easy that was?  Easy right? That didn’t take that long, did it?  Yeah.  We cleaned that mess good, didn’t we?  How about we get you out of those wet clothes next?  That has got to be uncomfortable, Char.”

Monica helped Charlotte remove her sopping wet ripped jeans.  Next came her pink heart shirt.  After that, Monica helped remove Charlotte’s training bra and pink panties.  Every one of Charlotte’s wet clothes went in the washer.

Next, Monica took Charlotte to Aunt Darlene and Uncle Daniel’s master bathroom.

“Do you think you can take a shower for me, Char?” Monica asked her.

“Yes,” Charlotte told her, as she crossed her arms as a way of covering what she didn’t want Monica to see: her breasts, or what was left of them.

Monica, very much respecting Charlotte’s modesty, left her to her shower.

Charlotte continued to cry in the shower, as she tried to find where her aunt kept the shampoo and soap.  ‘Oh.  It’s right here.’

Charlotte began to scrub off the pee in every possible place she knew that it was.  Her belly. Her waist.  Her hips.  Her legs.  Her feet.  Her crotch.  Her vagina.  Her lower back.  Both her butt cheeks.  Charlotte scrubbed every other place just to be sure that every trace of her accident was off of her.

Before Charlotte ended her shower, she glanced down at her breasts and nodded.  ‘What are those tiny nubs?  They are hardly what I consider breasts now.  They are almost gone…’

Charlotte wrapped a towel around her chest and waist and exited the bathroom to find Monica with some clothes for Charlotte.

“Now don’t get mad, Charlotte.” Monica told her.  “Char?  Look at me.  You were a very big girl for Heather today.  But now I need you to be a big girl for me again.  Are you going to be a big girl?  Promise me that you will.”

Charlotte was still wiping tears out of her eyes.  “I promise.”  Charlotte really wanted to be a big girl badly, despite all the accidents that she had been experiencing.

“Good.” Monica said, tapping her charge on the shoulder.  “Now, your mother didn’t pack any extra panties for you, okay?”

Charlotte gasped.  “Then what am I supposed to wear?”

Monica smiled, trying to keep Charlotte in a positive headspace.  “Remember what I said about you being a big girl?  Now can you please be a big girl and put these on for me?”

Monica was holding what reminded Charlotte of the Depends that she used to wear.  In fact, they looked very much like the Depends, only they were smaller and looked more bulky.  They had to be, Charlotte thought, the kind of nighttime Pull-Ups that are made for older kids that still wet the bed.  ‘What were they called?  Ah!  Goodnites!  Monica wants me to wear a Goodnite now?’

Charlotte was hesitant to feel the Goodnite, as she felt like it was going back to Depends all over again.  The sides were purple and featured a design that had Gabrielle from The Tiny Mermaid on it.  ‘How appropriate!’ Charlotte thought.  ‘Gabrielle is going to be submerged under the pee’.  What surprised Charlotte the most was that the Goodnite was just the right size for her.  Charlotte’s hand finally reeled back before she stared at her best friend with tears in her eyes once again.

“Char, I know that you would be upset about it.” Monica told her.  “But if we’re both going to babysit, you need to help me out, okay?  I can’t just leave you all alone!  We need to do this together!  Sometimes, part of growing up is just doing things that you don’t want to do.  So how about it, Char?  Can you put on the Goodnite?”

Charlotte glanced down at her birthday suit.  “Can’t I just not wear anything to bed?” Charlotte said very slowly and softly.

Monica shook her head.  “I can’t do that, Char.  You have to wear clothes.  And you need to wear that so that we don’t have anymore accidents.  Okay?  I know that you had that one accident downstairs, but how about you put that on, just in case.  Okay?   Please Char?  For me?”

Charlotte smiled.  If it was anything that she could do for Monica, it was to listen to her friend even when it was something that she just didn’t want to do.  Charlotte glanced at Monica.  And in a very soft and quiet voice, she said “Sure” before being crushed by Monica’s embrace.

“Oh, thank you Char!  Can I just tell you right now that I’m very proud of you?  Come on.  You are not alone in this.  I’m going to help you get this on, okay?  Now, I want you to take your one foot right there…Yes! That one. Now, we’re going to take the other foot, and…Yes!  There!  We got it!”  Monica pulled the Goodnite up until it was snug around Charlotte’s waist.

Charlotte tried to think how it compared to the Depends that she wore when she was older.  But to her luck, she had no such memories of wearing them anymore.  But this “Pull-Up”.  This felt totally different than the panties that Charlotte was used to.  They were noticeably bulkier, but she simply couldn’t deny that they just felt comfortable.  Especially the soft padding that pressed on her butt and vagina.  ‘Hmm. Maybe they won’t be so bad!’ Charlotte thought.

Monica was now holding an off-white pajama set that had both solid pink hearts and outlined pink hearts, with a pink collar and pink sleeve cuffs.  The bottoms were the same pattern, only the leg cuffs were pink.  “Arms up, Char.”

Charlotte held her arms up as Monica slid the top of her pajamas down.  Charlotte worked her hands through the sleeves and her head emerged from the collar.

Monica then helped both Charlotte’s legs through her bottoms.  She pulled the bottoms up as Charlotte worked her feet through her legs.

“Now,” Monica began.  “Would you like to get into your aunt’s bed and watch some TV?  I think that’s a good idea to calm you down after all that has happened.”

Charlotte smiled and plopped herself in her aunt’s bed.  She felt different with the Goodnites resting on top of her pelvis like a weighted blanket.  It’s just that they felt a little more “bulkier” than what she was used to.  Her panties were paper thin compared to this.  Charlotte then grabbed the remote control.  She accessed Paramount Plus and loaded up her favorite show:  Blue’s Clues.

Monica smiled.  “Do you remember what I said about your inner child?  Don’t freak out because you like a kid’s show like this.  Remember.  The kid in you likes the show and that’s why you still like it.  Yeah.  It’s a pretty fun show.  I can remember watching it myself when I was Heather’s age…”

Monica stood up and smiled.  “I’m going to check up on Heather and make sure that she’s sleeping.  I’m also going to clean up before your aunt gets home, okay?”

Charlotte nodded as she happily began watching another episode of Blue’s Clues.  She tried to focus her attention on the show as Monica was talking to her.  “Uh huh…”

As Charlotte continued watching Blue’s Clues, she forgot that she was even wearing her Goodnites.  Monica updated Charlotte on a few other things that she did, regarding her disposal of the paper towels in the basement, her checking on Heather, and transferring her laundry into the dryer.  All she heard from Charlotte was a series of “Uh huh”s.

Charlotte was now focused on her theories once again.  She returned to the simulation theory, trying to make sense of the validity of it. ‘I don’t know how any of this can be a simulation.’ She reasoned.  ‘First of all, why would they go through all the trouble in making me pee my pants in the basement?’  It just didn’t make much sense to Charlotte.  It couldn’t make sense.  ‘For what purpose would they want to study me in the first place?’ Charlotte had a valid point, as she would only be worth studying if she was a valuable specimen.  And considering that they could take any person and run the same simulations as they did on Charlotte, it made the likelihood less likely if she was a test subject.

‘Besides,’ Charlotte thoughtfully smiled.  ‘How would they be able to simulate altering reality?  Well, if alternate reality is ruled out, and comas, there’s really only one place for me to go.’

Then Charlotte thought of The Ringmaster Chronicles.  The one common theme in that book was magic.  “Ah! Magic!” Charlotte smiled.  As much as Charlotte tried to avoid it, it was simply something that she just couldn’t rule out anymore.  Afterall, her notebook considered it a “Last resort” if nothing else seemed to work.  Sure, it was a pseudoscience, but what other options did Charlotte have left?

But before Charlotte could even begin to touch on her magic theory, all this was interrupted by a hot mug being placed in Charlotte’s hands.

“How about some herbal tea, Char?” Monica said with a smile.  “Oh wow!  You’re still watching Blue’s Clues?  I think I remember this episode.  Yeah!  Good one.  Now be very careful with the tea and don’t spill it.  This is your aunt and uncle’s bed, okay?”

Charlotte nodded and slowly sipped her tea.  She couldn’t help but taste a little bit of honey in it, along with the other herbs that soothed her throat as she drank it.  “What’s in this tea?  It’s…kind of good…”

Monica smiled.  “I brought it with me, Char.  I drink it all the time before bed. It’s got Chamomile, Valerian root, Spearmint, Lemongrass, Hawthorn berries, Tilia flowers, and Orange blossoms.  Well, that’s at least what Goggle says.

Both Charlotte and Monica spent what seemed like the next hour or two watching Blue’s Clues.  To be honest, Charlotte didn’t know the span of time as everything started to get blurry.

Charlotte did happen to finish her tea before Monica collected the mug and sat it on the dresser.

When Monica finished her tea, she turned out the light and made herself comfortable in the spot next to Charlotte.  She softly massaged Charlotte’s soft black hair and smiled.

Charlotte felt a strong calm over her as her best friend gently massaged her hair.

This was exactly why Charlotte couldn’t tell you whether it was one or two hours because in the middle of all that, Charlotte was beginning to snore.  She was now fast asleep, and her face was now resting on Monica’s stomach.  And since Charlotte drooled a lot in her sleep, Monica found a bunch of drool on her shirt around her stomach.  “Aww…It’s okay, Char.”

Charlotte slowly stirred as she was half awake.  But soon enough, she was snoring again.

And through it all, Monica was there for Charlotte.  Even though they weren’t peers anymore, Monica was still a friend to Charlotte.  A friend in the form of a running teacher.  A friend in the form of a babysitter.  It was a different kind of friendship, but Monica was still there for Charlotte.

***

“Yup…………….pretty challenging…………but everything’s okay…….have a good time……..”

Charlotte was still snoring when her mother came back with Aunt Darlene and Uncle Daniel.  All Charlotte could hear were the voices coming from Monica, her mother, and her aunt.  As much as Charlotte wanted to lift her head, she was just too tired to do so.  But why?  Something was totally wrong, and Charlotte just couldn’t put her finger on it.  Charlotte kept drifting in and out of her half-awakened state.

“Thank you very much, Monica…….good…….take care of……her…….”

Charlotte knew that this voice was coming from her mother.  But after that, she heard a voice that sounded like Monica’s.

“………..very cute………..whenever you want…………sweetest girl ever…..”

In mere seconds, Charlotte was lifted off the bed by Darcy.  Out of instinct, Charlotte wrapped her arms around her mother’s neck as her mother let Charlotte rest on her shoulders.  “You’re my sweetest girl ever, Charlie.” Charlotte heard her mother say before she finally fell asleep.

“Did you have fun, sis? Well, I know that I did.”  Darcy was now re-situating her arms as her hands were now resting underneath Charlotte’s butt where she felt her warm and sodden Goodnite.  She readjusted her hold on Charlotte until she was laying more evenly in her arms.  “Well, they certainly know how to throw parties now, don’t they?  Yes Darlene.  It seems like I found a winner now, didn’t I?  Oh, we’re going to be so happy.  It’s the perfect way to heal the wounds considering how I lost Richard, huh?  That was a long time ago.  Charlotte doesn’t even remember her father because of that tragic accident.  Yes, and she’s also very nice.  Very happy about her friend babysitting.  I mean, where did you think that I got the idea for Monica to babysit?  She was amazing tonight!  Aw…. Well, I better get my sweetie home.  I don’t want her to get cold.  Can you believe it?  She’s still fast asleep!  Well anyway, we’ll catch up tomorrow.  It’s been a pleasure, Darlene.  Good night!”  Darcy walked home peacefully, smiling as she held her 13-year-old big girl in her arms.

Her mother approached her house and smiled.  Although Charlotte was completely unaware at the moment, she was home at last.

[Night Rain]

Is it possible that Charlotte's series of accidents has something to do with the passing of her father?

[diaper24/7]

This an excellent story and enjoy every new chapter you do.

[PamperedPrince]

21 hours ago, Night Rain said:

Is it possible that Charlotte's series of accidents has something to do with the passing of her father?

Nice guess, but I don't really see Mr. Warren having anything to do with Charlotte's accidents.

14 hours ago, diaper24/7 said:

This an excellent story and enjoy every new chapter you do.

Thanks!  I try to keep it unique yet familiar to those who have read Olympiczero's original tale.  There is another direction that I would like to explore.  You'll see what that is later on as the story progresses.  Stay tuned...  😀

[PamperedPrince]

Chapter 27

Charlotte squinted her eyes as she heard the sound of various birds chirping their melodies outside.  The chickadees chickadeed and the jays complimented the tune with their chirping, creating a wonderful serenade to greet the day.  The dulled rays of sunlight peered in through the closed blinds in Charlotte’s bedroom.  Just a slit of light managed to break through into the bedroom.

Charlotte glanced around, being thoroughly confused as to how she ended up in her bed.  Unbeknownst to her, Darcy carried her home while she was still fast asleep.  Charlotte had no recollection as to how she ended up home, but she was certain that her mother was responsible for how she ended up in her bed.  As Charlotte squirmed around, trying to find the most comfortable position, she felt it.  Her skin was surrounded by something very moist.  This was not good, considering how she has had three big accidents over the last two days.  ‘Did I wet the bed again?’ Charlotte sighed, completely frustrated over her worsening bladder control.

Rather than get out of bed this time, Charlotte felt around with her hands for any sign of the accident.  Beneath her pajamas around her butt and crotch, she rubbed her hands around the surface of the fitted sheet around her.  It was dry to the touch.  She could not feel a drop of moisture anywhere.  Then she felt her pajamas.  Like her bedding, they too were dry.

But as Charlotte felt beneath her waist, she could feel a squishy bulkiness around her.  It rustled softly as she traced her hands around it, trying to find anything moist.  ‘Wait.  I’m not wearing my panties?’

Then it hit her.  Last night, Monica helped her put a Goodnite on.  ‘That’s right!  The Goodnites!’

Charlotte got out of bed and pulled down her pajama bottoms.  When she did this, she saw Gabrielle from The Tiny Mermaid looking a little faded.  Her Goodnite was yellowed around her crotch and butt and sagging heavily.  The extra weight made it uncomfortable to stand.  Charlotte then slid her pajama bottoms back up and sat back down on her bed.  The Goodnite made a squelching sound as she sat back down on her bedding.

Charlotte was then filled with a mixture of frustration and shame when she thought about her accident last night.  Monica, who she still saw as her best friend, found her sitting in a puddle of pee.  A puddle of pee that she willingly released onto her aunt and uncle’s basement floor.  An accident?  No.  Charlotte knew that it wasn’t an accident.  Because in that moment, that accident just didn’t matter to Charlotte.  She felt comforted.   She felt safe.  And most of all, she felt relief.  But there was only one problem.  13-year-old girls do not pee themselves while sitting on basement floors.  In Charlotte’s case, a 29-year-old trapped in a fleshly prison of her younger self shouldn’t do it either.  But she did.  But Charlotte couldn’t escape. ‘What other choice did I really have?’

But Charlotte still felt both shame and frustration for her accident, if it should even be called that.  She just let it go, and she didn’t try to stop the flow this time.  ‘What the hell is wrong with me?’  Charlotte thought.

Charlotte’s eyes then darted around the room, as if she was looking for something important.  ‘My cellphone!  Where could it be?’

Charlotte could remember taking her cellphone over to Aunt Darlene’s yesterday, so she knew that she had it there.  She also remembered it being in the pocket of her ripped jeans.

But somewhere in the middle of Charlotte’s anxious thoughts regarding her missing cellphone, the door softly knocked, and her mother entered.

Darcy approached Charlotte, stroking her daughter’s black hair softly.  “Good morning, sweetie.  Did you sleep well?”

Charlotte felt very rested.  So much so that she couldn’t even produce a yawn.  “I slept very well, mommy.”

Darcy sat on the bed and wrapped her one arm around Charlotte.  “That’s good, dear.  From what I heard, it sounds like you had a rough night last night.  Monica told me about your accident that you had at Aunt Darlene’s.”

Charlotte’s face blushed.  “Yeah…” Charlotte felt like she had to say something to defend herself.  At a loss for words, all she could say was.  “It was an accident.  I didn’t mean to!”

Darcy tilted her face to be at Charlotte’s level.  “Of course you didn’t, dear.  It was an accident.  I don’t want you to feel ashamed about that accident, honey.”

Charlotte sighed.  ‘Well, that’s easier said than done!  So I’m not supposed to feel ashamed after I pissed myself on purpose?’  Charlotte wanted to say something else to her mother to defend herself, but she decided to remain silent instead.

Darcy was now running her fingers through Charlotte’s hair, trying to ease Charlotte’s comfort.  “You’ve been having a lot of accidents lately honey.  For most of last week, you wet the bed.  And when you stayed at your friend’s house, Cheryl told me about your nighttime accident.”

Charlotte was now in shock.  ‘But how?  Both James and Jess PROMISED not to tell anyone!  Especially Jess!’

“It was a total surprise to her, honey,” Darcy continued as her hands were now softly rubbing Charlotte’s back.  “Both her and Bradley were in the process of getting ready for filming Runway when James came upstairs and told her everything.  She told me that he was up until four in the morning trying to clean the mattress with Jess, dear.  He also didn’t think that it was a good idea to keep your nighttime accident a secret.”

Charlotte was fuming.  ‘He didn’t huh?  Didn’t he PROMISE me that he wouldn’t tell anyone?!  He betrayed me!  And to think that I actually loved him?  It’s over, James.  You stupid traitor!’

Darcy sighed.  “I know that you’re upset about the accident honey.  I don’t want you to be, dear.  Now, there’s something that I want to show you.”

Charlotte noticed a plastic bag with something inside it sitting at the foot of her bed.  Her mother must have brought it in at some point, but Charlotte wasn’t paying attention.

Darcy picked up the plastic bag and pulled out an already opened plastic sack of Goodnites.  “I want you to look at me, sweetie.  These nighttime accidents have been getting very bad, and as your mother, I really want to help you with that.  So this is what we’re going to do.  Before bed every night, you will be wearing a Goodnite to bed.  Now what this is going to do is give you the most peaceful sleep.  No wet beds to wake up to.  Now I know you don’t like wearing them, so this is what we’re going to do there.  If you have at least a week of dry nights, we can throw them away and you’ll never have to use them again. They’re here to help you, dear.  So when we don’t need them anymore, we can just get rid of them.  How does that sound, Charlie Darlie?”

Charlotte gave her a sudden look of resistance.  It was the kind of look that said, “I don’t want to wear them!”  Charlotte didn’t need any words to convey this to her mother.

But Darcy, expecting that kind of response from Charlotte, sighed.  “Honey, I know you don’t like it.  But you are my daughter.  And as your mother, you are going to do exactly as I tell you.  You are going to follow all the rules that I have made regarding this.  You are going to be a big girl and wear those Goodnites EVERY NIGHT until there are no more nighttime accidents.  Do I make myself clear, Charlotte Marie?”

Charlotte almost wanted to blurt out every objection that she had in her mind.  ‘You want me to wear them, but what if I don’t?  No.  You do not make yourself clear because Goodnites are for babies that still piss the bed.’  All of this is what Charlotte wanted to say to her mother.  But instead, a small tear rolled out of Charlotte’s eye.  Charlotte knew what she had to say.  Because in the back of her mind, she knew that it made sense to just go along with what her mother wanted her to do.  Why?  Because it felt good.  And it just felt right.  And…

Charlotte could hear her mother’s words of wisdom in her mind:

“Charlotte honey, you are growing up.  And as you grow up, you are going to experience difficult changes in your life.  Changes that you can’t control and changes that you can’t explain.  You are going to get very frustrated at these changes.  But don’t dear.  You are a runner, Charlotte.  And as a runner, I tell you to do this as your mother.  While these changes that you can’t control or explain are obstacles, you may try to run through them.  You may try to run around them.  You may try to run past them.  But don’t.  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.  You will be happier.  You will be braver.  You will be wiser.  You will be stronger.  And in that place, you will find true peace and happiness.  You will find true happiness and joy when you let your obstacles catch up with you and you accept all of them into your life.”

So, Charlotte knew what she had to do, so she did it.

“Accept it.  Accept all of it.”

“Yes mommy…” Charlotte said in a soft and obedient tone.  “I will wear them.”

Darcy smiled and gave Charlotte a big hug.  “That’s my girl.  Charlie dear, I am proud of you for taking this so well.  Making tough decisions like this is part of growing up.  I know that you’re only 13, but you will be making even harder choices when you get older…”  Darcy then held the package of Goodnites.  “Also Char, I want you to remember that this bedwetting is only a phase.  You will grow out of it, honey.  This is why they make these kinds of products.  Did you know that they go up to XL?  You’re in Larges, hun.”  Darcy sat down the package and glanced at Charlotte.  “Thanks for taking this well, sweetie.”  She thought about asking Charlotte if her Goodnite was wet, but she already knew the answer from carrying her back home last night and she didn’t want to embarrass Charlotte anymore about this sensitive subject.  She patted Charlotte on the back and stood up.  “I’ll let you get ready.  Lazy breakfast this morning so pour yourself a bowl of Golden Grahams, okay?”  Darcy stood up and left Charlotte’s room.

Charlotte glanced at the package of Goodnites and nodded.  ‘If I’m going to think about my new theory, this will give me one less thing to worry about.  Yeah.  Wasn’t it magic?  Yes.  It has to be magic.  I will solve this mystery…’

Charlotte had her breakfast and then changed into her running clothes afterward.  She decided to get her run in before she showered.  Sure, it would be gross having both sweat and dried urine on her.  But this would save her having to take two showers.

During Charlotte’s morning run of 10 miles on the Langford running trail, she found herself running a marathon in Seoul, South Korea.  This was a new location, and she found herself once again beating her rival and taking first place once again.

Charlotte’s day was uneventful, as she managed to read at least another chapter from The Raidemirillion.

Just when Charlotte was about to start another chapter, she heard a knock on the door.

“Honey?” Darcy said with a distressed look.  “I know that this is last minute, but I am taking you over to Aunt Darlene’s again.”

Charlotte sighed.  “Why mom?  I want to read more of my book!”

Darcy nodded.  “I see that, dear.  But mommy needs to get some things, and I don’t think it will be fun if you’re stuck in the car with me.  I’ll pick you up when I come back!”

Charlotte then remembered her cell phone.  ‘I can look for my cell phone while I’m over there!’  “Sure!  We can go over!”

Just then, Charlotte felt like her bladder was about to release.  “OH NO!  I GOTTA PEE!”  Charlotte hurried out of her bedroom and rushed across the hall to the bathroom.  She sat down on the toilet and made it just in time.  And just as she was peeing, she discovered herself pooping as well.  ‘Might as well get both out of the way…’

After Charlotte’s successful trip to the bathroom, Darcy drove Charlotte over to Aunt Darlene’s.

Charlotte wanted to be in something comfortable, so she wore a pink dress over her training bra and pink panties.  And since her running shoes were the most comfortable shoes that she owned, she wore them over to her aunt’s as well.

Charlotte was dropped off and she entered the house.

Aunt Darlene looked very happy when she saw Charlotte entering the house.  “Charlotte, you missed it!  Heather just finished using the potty!  Heather, show your cousin what you got.”

“I got a sticker!” Heather said with a proud smile on her face.  Heather was holding a round sticker that displayed a white zebra that said “YOU DID IT!”

Aunt Darlene was still smiling as she glanced at Charlotte.  “Ever since I tried the stickers this morning, Heather has been wanting to use the potty again.  There’s been a lot of blanks before that, but now she’s interested again.  Now go and place your sticker, Heather honey…”

Heather was about to place her sticker under “Saturday” but moved Heather’s hand over to “Sunday”.

“No no honey,” Aunt Darlene said, correcting Heather.  “It goes under Sunday, not Saturday.”

Heather nodded, placing the sticker under “Sunday” as her mother directed her.  She then glanced at Charlotte with a look of urgency.  “Barbies want you to play with us, Charry!”

Charlotte nodded, noticing a diaper peeking out of Heather’s purple elastic pants because the t-shirt she was wearing was her normal size instead of one size up.

Aunt Darlene noticed Charlotte glancing at Heather and nodded.  “Heather is still in diapers for today, but we’re going to try Pull-Ups tomorrow at daycare.”

But Heather felt that it was very important to hurry upstairs with Charlotte.  “C’MONNNNNNNNNN!  They’re waiting!”  Heather tugged at Charlotte’s hand.

Charlotte, understanding the signal of her younger cousin, followed her upstairs to her room.

Once inside, Charlotte found a few Barbie dolls dressed up like princesses.

“They’re having a ball, and the prince is going to be there.” Heather explained.  She pointed to one Barbie that was wearing a white dress.  “That one is Cinderella.  We need to hurry with the ball or Cinderella won’t have nice clothes.”

Charlotte nodded, clearly understanding the story of Cinderella.  At midnight, all the enchantments that were made by the fairy godmother will be gone.  Including the stagecoach, which would turn back into a pumpkin.  She frowned when she noticed that there was no stagecoach.  “Wait Heather!” Charlotte said, trying to help her cousin with her game.  “Where’s the stagecoach?”

“Right there!” Heather said, pointing to a toy Jeep.  “That’s gonna be a pumpkin if we don’t hurry!”

Charlotte continued playing the Cinderella Barbie game with Heather, making occasional glances at Heather’s diaper that was still peeking out.  She didn’t want to derail her cousin’s progress so she wanted to remind Heather about the potty so that she wouldn’t get too distracted in her game.  “Heather?” she asked, trying to be helpful.  “Do you have to go potty?”

Heather shook her head.  “No.  Not yet.”

Charlotte had to go herself, so she tried to encourage her cousin again.  “How about we try?  Do you want another sticker?  How many stickers did you get today, Heather?”

Heather held out two fingers.  “Two!  I didn’t get any stickers for nighttime ‘cause my diaper was wet.”

Charlotte’s urge to pee was now greater.  “How about we make it three stickers, Heather.  Let’s make it three stickers because I have to go myself.”

Heather nodded.  “You don’t want to have another accident! Because last night, you had an accident, and you were very sad.”

Charlotte smiled.  “And you don’t want your cousin to be sad again, do you?”

Heather shook her head and stood up.  “NO!”

Charlotte took Heather by the hand.  “Here.  Let’s use the potty.”

Charlotte took Heather to the upstairs bathroom and sat down on the toilet just in time.

Heather watched Charlotte as she went and was amazed.  “Wow!  It’s very LOUD!!!”

Charlotte quickly finished up and flushed the toilet.  She washed her hands.  “Okay Heather.  Your turn.”

Heather eagerly sat on the toilet, wanting to earn another sticker.

But Charlotte noticed that Heather was sitting on the toilet with her diaper still on.  “Don’t go yet!” Charlotte tore off the tabs of Heather’s diaper so that it fell on the tiled floor of the bathroom.

Heather started peeing, but it was for a very short time.  She stood up and sighed.  “I didn’t have to go that much.”

Charlotte smiled, trying to build up her cousin.  “But you earned another sticker!” She lowered her voice to a whisper.  “Let’s go tell your mom.”

Charlotte smiled as she made sure that her cousin wiped and washed her hands before leaving the bathroom.

Charlotte took Heather to the living room to share the good news with her aunt about Heather using the potty again.  This was redemption considering how she threw her cousin under the bus before.

Aunt Darlene was shocked to see Heather standing there, pantless.

“I used the potty again, mommy!” Heather shouted.  “Can I have another sticker?”

Charlotte confirmed Heather’s story.  “She did.  I had to go myself, so I had her try.”

Aunt Darlene nodded.  “I see.” She then glanced down at Heather and smiled.  “Good job, honey!  You can pick out a sticker.  But first, let’s get you into a fresh diaper, okay?”

“It was dry.” Heather told her.

“I know, dear.” Aunt Darlene told her. “But you still need to wear them just in case.  Tomorrow, we’re going to try Pull-Ups again.  Okay?”

Heather nodded, as Aunt Darlene led Heather to her bedroom.  Minutes later, she came back down holding a wadded up dry diaper.

“Can’t reuse this even if it’s dry,” Aunt Darlene said, discarding it in the Diaper Genie.  “It’s not clean.”  She smiled and glanced at Heather.  “Okay Heather!  Pick out another sticker!

Heather picked out a dinosaur sticker that said “KEEP IT UP!”  She began to stick it under “Saturday” again, but Aunt Darlene stopped her.

“Under Sunday honey!” Aunt Darlene said patiently, moving Heather’s hand under “Sunday”.

Heather stuck her dinosaur sticker right underneath her zebra sticker.

Following that, Heather and Charlotte went back upstairs to Heather’s room to continue playing.

In the middle of playing with Heather, Charlotte gasped.  ‘That’s right!  I need to look for my cell phone!’

In retracing her steps, Charlotte knew that she didn’t really spend any time in Heather’s room yesterday.  With that, she glanced at Heather again.

“I have to pee again,” Charlotte lied, before excusing herself out of Heather’s room.

Charlotte immediately went inside Aunt Darlene’s room, since she slept in that room with Monica last night.  Since Aunt Darlene was downstairs, that left Charlotte to carefully look around the room.  Charlotte looked all around the room, including under the covers of the bed and underneath the bed.  The cellphone was nowhere to be found.

Charlotte decided to return from her “trip to the bathroom”.  She needed Heather to be in another spot of the house to avoid less suspicion.  She entered Heather’s room and smiled.  “Heather, let’s go watch Blue’s Clues!”

Heather smiled.  “I love Blue’s Clues!  I’ll watch it with you, Charry!”  Heather dropped her Barbie dolls and followed Charlotte downstairs to watch TV in the living room.

Charlotte found Blue’s Clues on Paramount Plus and began to play the show.  Heather was distracted with the show while Charlotte looked for her cell phone around the living room.  She had no luck there either.

Next, Charlotte looked for the cell phone in the kitchen.  It was not there either.  And just for posterity, Charlotte checked the bathroom.  It was not there either.

When Charlotte returned to the kitchen, she saw Aunt Darlene preparing something for dinner.  She glanced at the closed basement door and then back at her aunt.  “Um, Aunt Darlene?” Charlotte asked her.  “Can I go look for something downstairs? I think that I may have lost something when I played hide and seek last night.”

Aunt Darlene nodded.  “Sure Charlotte.  Just don’t make a mess.”  Aunt Darlene then thought of Heather but smiled when she saw her sitting on the couch in the living room.

Charlotte went downstairs to the basement and looked everywhere for the cellphone.  It was not in the laundry room.  And it certainly wasn’t in the room that Charlotte got trapped in and ended up peeing herself.  Charlotte didn’t want to spend too much time in there due to the trauma from last night.

Thoroughly discouraged, Charlotte walked back upstairs.  ‘Maybe my mom has my phone.’  She took a seat on the couch next to Heather and kept watching Blue’s Clues with her.

Moments later, Aunt Darlene’s cell phone rang.

“Hello?” Aunt Darlene answered.  “Daniel?  So, you’re back and you need help?  Yes.  I can help.  Yes.  I can also get Charlotte to help too.  Okay.  Thank you.  Bye.”  Aunt Darlene went over and tapped Charlotte on the shoulder.  “Charlotte, your Uncle Daniel is back.  He needed to get a new crib for Allison, so he took her with him.  Could you be a dear and help us?”

Charlotte nodded and followed Aunt Darlene out of the house.

Outside, a blue Chrysler Pacifica sat there in the driveway, with Uncle Daniel waving and standing outside the car.

When Uncle Daniel saw Charlotte, he pointed to the back seat of the car.  “Do you think that you want to help your cousin, Charlotte?  She’s buckled in.  All you have to do is get her out and into the house.”

Charlotte nodded.  “Sure, Uncle Daniel!”  Charlotte walked over to the back seat and smiled.  ‘This should be easy.  I am a pro at babysitting!’  She opened up the back seat to see Allison happily sitting there.

Allison had her pacifier in her mouth and smiled when she saw her older cousin.  “Sa-lah…” She said, as she squirmed around in her car seat.

Charlotte pressed the center red button to release both side harnesses.  After that, she separated the coupling that joined the two side harnesses together, being careful to gently remove both sides of the harness from Allison’s shoulders.

After that, Charlotte placed one hand below Allison’s butt and the other around her lower back.  She hoisted Allison up out of her seat wrapping her arm around her butt with one hand while her other arm was supporting her lower back.  She made sure that Allison was leaning towards her chest as she carried her back into the house.  “This way, Allie.” Charlotte said, gently speaking to her almost 18-month-old cousin as she continued to suck on her pacifier.

Charlotte entered the house with her temporary charge and placed her in the playpen once she got to the living room.

Aunt Darlene smiled.  “Good job, Charlotte!  You’ll make a great babysitter next summer.  Now, I’m going to help Daniel unload the crib and get it up to Allison’s room.  Your mother just texted me and said that she will be back in a little while.  Thanks for the help, Charlotte!”

Charlotte smiled.  “You’re welcome,” She smiled as she took a seat to watch more Blue’s Clues.

At one point, Heather wanted to watch something else.

“I wanna watch Bluey!” Heather shouted.  “Can we watch Bluey, Charry?”

Charlotte nodded and chose the streaming service that played Bluey.  When the show started, Charlotte couldn’t believe how awesome the show was.  How did Charlotte live without this show?  Charlotte was quickly hooked, and she continued to watch the show with Heather.

Charlotte lost track of time and felt someone tapping on her shoulder.

“Time to go, honey.”

It was Darcy.

“I just brought the car home, dear.” Darcy told her daughter.  I figured that we could just walk home.  Are you ready?”

Charlotte was not ready.  But she had to pry herself off the TV from watching Bluey, her new favorite show.  She was half-tempted to say to her mother, “Just a few more minutes!  This episode is almost finished.”  But Charlotte kept silent and waved goodbye to Heather.

“Did you have a good visit at Aunt Darlene’s?” Darcy asked Charlotte as they walked home.

Charlotte nodded.  “Yes mom.  I did!  I played Cinderella Barbie with Heather, and we watched Blue’s Clues and Bluey.  Also, Heather is using the potty.”

Darcy nodded.  “Yes.  Aunt Darlene has been talking to me a lot about that.  It’s good that Heather wants to learn again.”

Charlotte decided to use this opportunity to ask her mother about the cellphone.  “M-mom?  Do you have it?”

Darcy frowned.  “Do I have what, dear?”

“My cellphone!” Charlotte shouted.  “I looked everywhere at Aunt Darlene’s and I couldn’t find it!”

Darcy looked confused.  “Sweetie, you do not have a cell phone yet.  It sounds like you really want one, but I don’t think you need one yet.”

This further added to Charlotte’s confusion.  ‘I had a cell phone last night!  I can remember it in my pocket!  How is it now that my mom says that I don’t have one?’

Darcy then smiled, trying to make her daughter feel better.  “Charlie dear, it doesn’t mean that I won’t ever get you a phone.  You’re still a little way out from needing to have one.”  Darcy quietly sighed.  ‘They’re just too expensive!  Nothing can justify getting her a cellphone at her age…’

That night, Charlotte enjoyed a dinner of fish sticks with tartar sauce and tater tots with ketchup. 

“Mom, these are the best!” Charlotte said as she munched on the last of the tater tots.

Darcy nodded.  “Fish sticks and tots are my specialty!” She told her daughter with a wink, knowing truthfully that not much effort was required to buy them from the store and heat the frozen food up. 

Darcy finished her dinner with a tall glass of milk.

After dinner, Charlotte went upstairs, as per her mother’s rules regarding Sunday nights.  It was a school night, and Charlotte needed to get herself ready for school before bed.

Once in her bedroom, Charlotte began assembling her outfit for tomorrow.  First of all, she had to get her outfit for physical education together.  She kept all her sports bras in the top drawer.  So in her search for the sports bras, she opened the top drawer to find…

Not a single sports bra!  Instead, the drawer was completely filled with Goodnites.  They were all stacked and organized from left to right.  Gabrielle graced the front of every single design of the Goodnites.

Charlotte shot a double take.  ‘You know, I really should be a lot more mad about this,’ Charlotte thought. ‘But you know what?  I woke up with a wet Goodnite this morning, but then…When did mom stock this entire drawer?  I don’t even see the package from this morning!  You know what?  Just forget it.’

Charlotte knew that she should just fight her having to wearing nighttime protection again.  But that part of Charlotte was very quickly beginning to ebb away inside of her.  ‘Why…Just why am I fighting this?  This is how it should be!  I’m right where I need to be.  Right here.’  Charlotte couldn’t quite explain it, but it just didn’t matter to her now.  Why fight whatever that adult tendency was inside of her?  Her current age of 13, that just felt right to her now.  It felt good, and it felt right.

Charlotte was now losing herself, her adult consciousness holding on for dear life.

With it approaching bedtime, Charlotte removed her dress to reveal her training bra and pink panties.  When she saw the stack of Goodnites in her top drawer, she knew that this was now her new reality.  And from what her mom said this morning, there was absolutely no objection to this.  And what reason would Charlotte have to object at this point?

Charlotte picked up the soft Goodnite and felt it in her hands.  She rubbed her hands over the soft cloth-backed fabric before tracing her fingers over the garment from top to bottom.  She softly stretched the waistband and ran her fingers over the elastic.  She glanced inside to see the padded core.  The padding on the inside felt just as soft and comfortable on the outside.  She looked at the front of the garment to see Gabrielle from The Tiny Mermaid smiling at her.  It was like she was encouraging her to put it on.  ‘Maybe these aren’t so bad,’ Charlotte thought.

This thought was challenged by a voice that screamed inside her.  ‘Not so bad?  What are you thinking?  You have something to figure out!  Something to solve!  Don’t forget it!’

Charlotte removed her panties to put on her new “night underwear”.  The Goodnite felt very soft and comfortable as she pulled it up her waist.  ‘Wow.  Why do these suddenly feel so good on me?  Am I starting to…like them?’

Charlotte couldn’t believe it but she was actually accepting wearing “nighttime protection” for once.  In Charlotte’s mind, it just made more sense now.  ‘Now I don’t have to worry about wet beds!  I can solve the mystery!’ But what mystery?

Charlotte pulled the drawer below her to find her panties now sharing space with her tank tops.  ‘Did mom do this?  Did she move my clothes?’  Charlotte picked up a pink tank top and glanced at all the other ones in the drawer.  There was still not a single sports bra to be found, which bothered Charlotte.  She found a pair of grey shorts in another drawer before adding her sweat band and tab socks to her gym bag.  But no sports bras of any kind.  ‘I’ll try to look tomorrow.’  Charlotte piled her clothes into the gym bag and zipped it shut.

What remained was her clothes for tomorrow.  She looked in a lower drawer to find a black GAP T-shirt.  In her jean drawer, she found it stuffed with ripped jeans.  Well, sort of.  There was one little rip on one of the legs, as this one looked homemade.

As Charlotte was brushing her teeth, the trickling of the water made her gasp.  ‘It’s just like the shower!  I gotta pee!’

Charlotte pulled down her Goodnite and peed in the toilet.  ‘There.  If I can keep these Goodnites dry, I can get rid of them.  That’s if I can keep them dry…’

Charlotte returned to her room, looking around for any training bras.  After checking every single drawer and every closet, there were none to be found.  ‘Could mom be washing all of them?’  Charlotte gave up on the hunt for her bras and looked for a night shirt to sleep in.  She found a Princess Peach sleep shirt.  This made sense that she would have this since Kelly talked about playing a new video game starring Princess Peach.  It would only make sense that Charlotte would have a similar interest.  While she didn’t own any video game consoles, Kelly certainly did.  ‘Could Kelly have owned the same shirt?’  Charlotte put the sleep shirt on with the matching bottoms, feeling happy that she would be able to “sleep like a princess”.  Besides, pink was one of Charlotte’s favorite colors.

Moments later, Darcy entered the room and smiled.  “Charlotte, it’s your bedtime dear.  Are you ready?”

Darcy hugged Charlotte and gave her butt a pat, just to check to see if Charlotte had her Goodnites on or not.  ‘It’s very good that my Charlie is following through with the Goodnites!  She didn’t even put up a fight.  I’m very proud of her.’ Darcy thought.

Charlotte followed her mother to her bed, letting her help her in and pull the covers over her.  Charlotte couldn’t quite explain it, but it now felt like a tradition to her.

Darcy watched as Charlotte began to make herself comfortable.  She could see that her daughter was fighting fatigue, but the fatigue was winning.  Darcy smiled as she watched her darling daughter begin to fall asleep.  It was a lovely and beautiful sight to behold.  “I love you, Charlie,” Darcy told her.  She gave her a kiss on the forehead before she flicked off the light switch to her room.  She quietly left the room and closed the door, to allow her “sweet princess” to sleep in peace.

[PamperedPrince]

Chapter 28

BOOM! 

The loud crackle of thunder jolted Charlotte awake as she heard another loud sound.  Raindrops pounding against the roof and window.

But something was different.  Charlotte felt the familiar sog of her soaked Goodnite.  What could be so different now?

Charlotte got out of bed and flicked on the light switch.  She was still wearing her Princess Peach pajamas.  But when she pulled down her bottoms to inspect her Goodnite, Gabrielle was not there to greet her.  No.

On the Goodnite was now an image of Tinklebell, all faded and yellow due to her Goodnite being soaked from front to back.  It heavily sagged as she glanced at it.

But Charlotte was not upset about peeing in her Goodnite in her sleep.  If anything, she was relieved that she didn’t have to worry about a wet bed.  She was dry, as the soggy Goodnite managed to wick the moisture away from her skin while she slept.  She had no interruptions.  Charlotte slept well.

Rather than taking off the soggy Goodnite, Charlotte pulled her Goodnite and pajama bottoms back up, waddling to the bathroom with the heavy Goodnite pushing her two legs apart.

‘Time for a shower.’ Charlotte thought as she pulled off her sleep shirt.  But after she pulled off her pajama bottoms and her Goodnite, she felt the urge to pee.  As much as she wanted to pee in the shower, she didn’t want to keep the bad habit.  So Charlotte sat on the toilet and peed.

After Charlotte finished, she began her shower.  Charlotte immediately began to notice differences in her body.  There was not a single hair to be found anywhere on her body.  No hair on her arms or even in her armpits.  And her breasts were barely existent at this point.  The “nubs” that she described the other day were sunk down even more.

And that was not all.  As Charlotte scrubbed soap around her body, she noticed that she was much leaner.  Her skin was smooth and soft to the touch.  Her butt was smaller.  And as Charlotte glanced around her waist, she realized that she was noticeably thinner.  ‘Did I just get younger…again?’

As she rinsed all the soap off her body, Charlotte could feel the adult side of her conscious screaming at her.  ‘Oh no!  I’m younger again!  What am I going to do?’

Something like this should’ve bothered Charlotte, but it didn’t, despite what was left of her adult self screaming at her.  Desperately trying to remind her that she is not younger than a teen now, but a 29-year-old woman.  But the younger Charlotte dismissed this as an irrational thought.  Her smaller body.  Her having almost no breasts now.  It just didn’t bother Charlotte.  It just didn’t matter.  This further imprisoned Charlotte’s original self as she now had to convince her younger self that she is not supposed to be this young.  To the real Charlotte, it felt like The Twilight Zone.  She had slipped into a deep spiral with no way to return to normal.

Charlotte found the bathroom scale and decided to weigh herself.  The scale read the following weight:

51.9 lb

Charlotte was shocked.  Just yesterday she can remember weighing 77.2 pounds when she went for her morning run.  ‘Just how many years did I drop?’ Charlotte wondered.  ‘One year?  Two years?  Am I in sixth grade now?’

Charlotte returned to her bedroom and slipped on her black GAP T-Shirt and her pink panties.  She then slipped on her amateur ripped jeans.  They really were not ripped jeans, but it looked like Charlotte’s attempt at making her own.  And with only one tear at the knee, she really didn’t do a good job.

As Charlotte was gathering her things before heading downstairs, she noticed a notebook on her desk that read the following:

SUPER SLEUTH CHARLOTTE’S MYSTERY NOTEBOOK

For solving The Mystery!

Charlotte couldn’t explain it, but this sparked memories that set her adult conscious free.  ‘That’s right!  I created this notebook to document my ageing in reverse and to try and solve this mystery.  I almost forgot about this!’

Charlotte picked up the notebook and zipped it up into her backpack.  Her backpack was now very colorful, with My Little Pony Equestria Girls on the front, showing all the characters in a band.  ‘Wow!  I can’t remember being into this show!’  But Charlotte did remember, and something in her told her that this was the right thing to remember.  ‘Yes.  THIS show!  I LOVE watching My Little Pony Equestria Girls!’  Charlotte’s face now began to fill with excitement as she could now remember every episode.

Charlotte put her socks on and slipped on her pair of Sketchers Power Jams Girls’ Sneakers.  Her Bottega Venetas (her running shoes) would be saved for gym class, which should be her first class of the day, right?

Charlotte quickly poured herself a bowl of Golden Grahams and drenched her cereal with milk, accidentally splashing some milk on the table.

Darcy, who saw this, sighed.

“Char honey, you need to slow down.” Darcy told her.  “I know that we don’t have much time, but you just made a mess on the table.”  Darcy just didn’t have the time for Charlotte to clean the mess, so she wiped it up herself with a wet dish rag.  She then glanced at Charlotte, trying not to ask too many questions about her bedwetting problem.  “How did you sleep, sweetie?”

Charlotte slurped up the milk with the soggy pieces of Golden Grahams that were in her mouth.  “I slept well, mom.”

Darcy frowned, expecting something more from her daughter.  “And?”

Charlotte shrugged her shoulders and slurped down another spoonful of Golden Grahams.  “And what mom?”

Darcy pointed down at Charlotte’s groin.  “Your Goodnites, honey.  I’m very happy that you are taking this on and wearing your Goodnites to bed.  But can you tell me if you’re wet?  Because if you don’t, I’m going to have to start checking you to see, dear.  We already discussed this.  If you’re dry for a week, we can get rid of them.  But how am I going to know unless you tell me, Charlie?”

Charlotte was now almost finished with the Golden Grahams, leaving only the milk residue.  She glanced at her mother and blushed.  “Uh…Yeah.  They were definitely wet…Very wet actually…But at least my bed wasn’t wet, so that’s good!”  Charlotte continued eating her Golden Grahams and shrugged her shoulders.  ‘Why does she want to know if they’re wet or not?’  At this point, Charlotte was becoming even more accepting of her Goodnites now and was secretly starting to enjoy them.  So this question only served as an embarrassment to Charlotte now.

Darcy nodded matter-of-factly.  ‘Yes honey.  That’s the whole point of nighttime underwear.  To hold in the urine so the bed won’t be wet.  Of course she’s not going to have a wet bed.’  “Honey, I’m very happy that they’re working so well for you.  Finish your cereal and let’s get going to school, okay?”

Charlotte nodded and gulped down the milk residue in her bowl.

Charlotte piled all her bags into the red 4Runner. Her mother drove her to Langford Middle School once again.

When Charlotte entered the middle school, she was about to enter Mrs. Lopez’s physical education class, but was stopped by Jess.

“Hey Char!” Jess shouted.  “You don’t have physical education until the end of the day!  I know we’re a month in, but 8th graders have it in the morning, and 5^th graders have it at the end of the day.”

Charlotte’s heart sank.  ‘What?  5^th Grade?  That means I slipped back three more years!’

Jess smiled.  “Here Char.  Let’s go to the office together and we can figure out your schedule, okay?”

Charlotte nodded with embarrassment as she entered the office with her best friend.

Jess explained to the administrator how Charlotte “forgot her class schedule” so a woman administrator printed off a new schedule for Charlotte.  Charlotte thanked the woman and left with Jess.

“All set now?” Jess asked with a grin.  “I know that it’s hard for you, Charlotte.  It’s not elementary school anymore.  Once you get to the eighth grade like me, you will understand.  See you later at Junior Track!”

Charlotte nodded as Jess went to her physical education class.  Charlotte read her schedule and saw that her first class was English with Mrs. Waverly.

Charlotte entered the class to find herself just a few minutes late.

Mrs. Waverly sighed as she glanced at the clock to the classroom.  “Miss Warren, you are four minutes late.”

Charlotte blushed with embarrassment.  “Um, I didn’t know that this was my first class.”

This resulted in a few of her classmates quietly snickering as Charlotte took her seat.

“Very funny, Miss Warren.” Mrs. Waverly said, adjusting her glasses.  “Save the jokes for after school, okay?  This is the fifth grade, so it’s time that you start acting like a responsible middle schooler.  This is not elementary school, so I expect more grown up behavior from you.  Now open your book and begin the writing exercise that I wrote on the board.”

Charlotte did what she was told and worked on the writing exercise.  Considering how easy it was for Charlotte, she managed to finish it quickly.

Mrs. Waverly then began to talk about adverbs, including various different kinds and how they are used in a sentence.

After about 20 minutes, Mrs. Waverly was still talking.  And Charlotte began to feel it again.  If was her bladder, once again reminding Charlotte that she had to pee.  ‘Oh great!  She is still talking, and I can’t even ask her if I can go to the bathroom!  Urrr!  Blah blah blah blah!  C’mon!  Finish talking already!  Yeah yeah!  Adverbs!  I get it!’

Charlotte began to fidget in her seat and sigh, as she desperately tried to hold in her bladder.

Mrs. Waverly saw Charlotte moving around in her seat and decided to call on her.  “Charlotte?  How about you give us some examples of some adverbs?  I think that would be a better idea than whatever it is you’re doing in your seat.”

Charlotte sighed and her face turned red.  “Mrs. Waverly?” Charlotte groaned.  “I have to go to the bathroom!”

Mrs. Waverly pointed to the clock.  “Miss Warren, we have only a half hour of class remaining.  Why don’t you plan your bathroom breaks a little bit better next time, okay?  Now, can you give me some examples of adverbs?”

“Um…”  Charlotte stammered, trying to remember what Mrs. Waverly said over the past 20 minutes.  “Frantically?  Desperately?  Urgently?”

Mrs. Waverly smiled.  “Very good, Charlotte.  Now, can you please give me an example of one of those words in a sentence?”

Charlotte nodded, secretly amazed that she hadn’t had an accident yet.  “Uh…Amber ran frantically to the bathroom?”

Mrs. Waverly nodded.  “Okay.  Now what verb does frantically modify Charlotte?”

“Ran?” Charlotte guessed.

Mrs. Waverly nodded.  “Very good.  It looks like you have been paying attention.  Now, back to the lesson.”

Mrs. Waverly continued talking for 20 more minutes and gave the class 10 minutes to start on the homework assignment, which was to write a short paper using 20 different adverbs in it, and to highlight all the verbs that the adverbs modified.

Charlotte was about to explode.  She had to pee so badly now that she couldn’t even concentrate on the homework.  So she stared at the blank page in her English notebook instead for the rest of the class, while glancing occasionally at the clock in the classroom.

The minute that class was dismissed, Charlotte bolted out of the classroom and hurried to the nearest bathroom.  She ran into a stall and threw her pants and panties down, with her immediately peeing afterward.  ‘OhmyGod that was so close!  Mrs.  Waverly is so mean…”

The two classes that followed were Social Studies and Math.  Like English, both classes were easy for Charlotte and the homework was not too hard to work on.  Before both classes, Charlotte had to pee once again, but unlike English class, there was no close call as Charlotte was able to go with no problems.

Lunch was next, and Charlotte found herself sitting by Jess, Kelly and Jasmine.

But unlike the weekend, Charlotte felt tiny sitting next to her friends.  Compared to her size, they all towered over her now, with most of them being almost a foot taller than Charlotte.  With all of them being in 8^th grade and Charlotte only being in 5^th grade now, she really felt more like a bother to their group.  Charlotte was already the shortest when she was in 8^th grade.  And she could only guess that she was the shortest in her fifth grade as well.

Kelly sighed.  “Why are we having a fifth grader sit with us?”

Jess smiled.  “Don’t you know Charlotte?  She’s in our Junior Track!  She may be with the fifth graders, but she can outrun all of us!  No eighth grader can come close to her record!”  Jess grinned.  “Don’t listen to Kelly.  You are welcome at this table.”

Kelly quietly sighed.  “Fine.  Okay.  If you’re fine with Charlotte sitting with us, then I’m also okay with it.”

Jasmine nodded.  “I agree.  She can probably eat her lunch faster than all of us too!”

Both Kelly and Jasmine laughed at this joke, except for Jess.

The girls continued to eat their food, with Charlotte eating while staring at her friends.

Charlotte couldn’t explain it, but she felt like she just didn’t belong with Jess, Kelly, and Jasmine anymore due to them being much bigger than Charlotte and older by three years.

Charlotte used the bathroom again before heading off to Science class.  It was a subject on the science of the human body, which interested Charlotte.  But because of lunch, Charlotte had to pee a little more before her next class, which was Modeling 1.

Charlotte hurried to the bathroom and made it just in time.  The close call wasn’t as bad as English class, as Charlotte only felt the urge get really bad as the class was ending.

During this session of Modeling 1, Modeling 2, 3, and 4 were all having a special joint class which they did once a month.  With that, Charlotte saw Jess, Kelly, and Jasmine, who were all in Modeling 4.  When Charlotte saw their poses, she felt overwhelmed as all she knew were the basics at this point.

But with physical education being Charlotte’s last class of the day, she felt happy when she was able to slip on her running shoes.  This was the class that she knew that she could beat everyone in.  And with it being track day, Charlotte outran her class effortlessly, running for miles and miles.

After class, Charlotte sighed as she glanced at her lack of breasts as she took a quick shower.  Technically, she did have breasts, but they were just barely starting to develop with the tiny bumps as evidence of her budding starting to begin.

Charlotte went to the library as she had a little more time before her Junior Track started.

Charlotte opened up her backpack and got out her notebook, which read:

SUPER SLEUTH CHARLOTTE’S MYSTERY NOTEBOOK

For solving The Mystery!

Charlotte gasped when she read the first entry as it almost felt like she was reading it for the first time.  It read the following:

Charlotte’s Super Secret Observations (HIGHLY CLASSIFIED)

MYSTERY #1 – The Mystery of the Reverse Aging (AKA Fountain of Youth Mystery or Benjamin Button Mystery)

ORIGIN AND OFFSET OF MYSTERY: Cause is still unknown.  The strange mystery began after my first run with my friends Lexi and Maya in mid August August 16^th.

DESCRIPTION OF MYSTERY: Being a really busy (on the verge of becoming famous) supermodel, I, Charlotte Warren, decided to take an extended vacation from my mansion in Beverly Hills to my mother’s house in Langford, California.  I gave Raymond, my chauffeur, the day off and took my Petra Gold Rolls Royce Phantom Extended north for a 17-day vacation where I didn’t have to think.  The traffic in Los Angeles was BAD on the way up but was okay for the remainder of the trip.

I got to Langford with the plan of running with my friends Lexi and Maya, followed by a fun night of eating out and spending the night with them at my mother’s house.  My mother interrupts me with a wonderful gift: a pair of Bottega Veneta running shoes.  She spared no expense with this pair of designer athletic footwear.  The shoes didn’t fit at first, but then after I got ready for my run with my friends, they…fit?  Anyway, I love my BV’s and I wear them all the time on my runs now.

I go on my run, and I find myself already primed for the workout.  After running, I appeared to be in some other alternate dimension.  A dream world where I was running a marathon in Paris.  When wearing the shoes, I seem to be filled with a boundless endurance where I can run fast without tiring from my pace.

After the run, reality seemed to have been altered when both Lexi and Maya told me that I have always been the fastest runner.  There’s a possibility that I may have been sent to an alternate universe (NOTE: EXPLORE THEORY LATER!).

Next event to suggest alternate reality: My mother told me after my run that my Lululemon shoes didn’t fit me and that my BV’s fit me perfectly, even though I can remember my mother watched me slipping on the BV’s when they didn’t fit.

Besides the alternate reality, there has been three different episodes where I have undergone a reduction in my age (NOTE: ORIGINAL AGE IS 29 WITH ORIGINAL BIRTHDATE OF NOVEMBER 8^TH, 1994.  WILL NEED THIS FOR GETTING BACK ONCE THE MYSTERY IS SOLVED).

‘Wow!’ Charlotte thought.  ‘I can’t believe that I almost forgot about this!  So there has been three different regression episodes?’  Charlotte could begin to feel her memories being jogged.  ‘That’s right!  There has been!  So, what are these episodes?’

Charlotte read through the first three episodes, being more surprised as she read further through each one.  In the first episode, she dropped two years down to 27.  In the second episode, she dropped seven years from 27 to 20.  In the third episode, she dropped from 20 to 17.

Charlotte got angry when she read how James used to be her crush.  ‘Not anymore!  He betrayed me!’

Charlotte read through all the theories and found that most of them were crossed out.  Alternate Reality, Comas, and a simulation were all crossed out.  The only theory that wasn’t crossed out was magic, which she guessed was now the most reasonable explanation as to why she was the age that she was.

Charlotte read through the fourth age regression episode, where she dropped two more years from 17 to 15. 

Charlotte cried when she read the entry from October 1^st, where she claimed that she was back to her normal age of 29 again.  But right after that entry, she read the September 30^th entry,  how she regressed from 29 down to 13.  Shortly following this was her fifth age regression episode, where she aged from 15 to 13 (or 29 to 13 depending on whether she should have the dream count or not.  But considering how real her marathons were, she decided to count her regression from 29, making the fifth episode a drop in 16 years, which was more than half her life.)

Since then, Charlotte has noticed no new entries in the journal.  Before writing, she glanced at her hands and felt goosebumps for a short time.  ‘Wow!  I really WAS 29, wasn’t I?  And now…I’m in the fifth grade!  What does that make me now?  10?’  As strange as it felt to Charlotte, she could still feel her older self.  The adult in Charlotte refusing to let go who she originally was.  As Charlotte kept getting younger, her fleshly prison kept shrinking.  Charlotte getting younger only meant more restrictions and less freedom.  Not to mention an increased dependence on adults.  A dependence that Charlotte knew would keep getting greater as she continued to literally lose more of her years.  Charlotte couldn’t quite explain her feelings, but she could see tears beginning to form in her eyes as she wrote the next entry in her notebook:

10/7/2024 – So it has already been a week and I have very clearly noticed a significant reduction in my size.  Rather than detail it here, all of it will be discussed in the sixth age reduction episode (see below):

Episode 6: 3-Year Reduction (10/7/2024)

New age was found to be 10 when I noticed some very clear signs from this morning.  Before I get to the signs, I believe that the onset of this was beginning to happen when I peed myself on purpose over the weekend at my aunt’s house.  Cause is still unknown as to why I willingly decided to release an entire accident on my aunt’s cement basement floor.  A lot of the cause had to do with being unable to escape the basement due to a door that just wouldn’t open.  This led to my best friend Monica making me wear a Goodnite for nighttime protection.  The next evening, the last sign of my training bra was when I took it off.  After that, I couldn’t find a training bra and all my clothes were different.  They resembled the kind of clothing that a tween would wear.  The Goodnites were also all arranged in a different drawer.  It was the drawer that I usually used for my training bras and tank tops.  That was the onset leading to the change that I clearly noticed in the morning.  The evidence included the following:

Clue # 1 – During my shower this morning, my body felt noticeably smaller and different.  Changes included reduced height, smaller butt, lack of hair on the armpits and arm, and my breasts being almost non-existent now.

Clue # 2 – When I tried to go to my class this morning, I found Jess, who reminded me that fifth graders have physical education until the end of the day.  Was I not in eighth grade anymore?

Clue # 3 – My new class schedule that Jess helped me get has me listed now in the fifth grade.

Based on these clues, I am now 10 and will be turning 11 in another month.  Updates will be made as I find any more clues to help me solve the mystery and get back to my original age.

Considering the frequency of the age regression episodes, the first six will be summarized below at a glance, indicating the date it happened, the original age, and the new age.

Episode 1: 8/17/2024

Original age: 29 (Born 11/8/1994)

New Age: 27 (Born 11/8/1996)

Episode 2: (8/30/2024) (13 days since incident)

Original age: 27 (Born 11/8/1996)

New Age: 20 (Born 11/8/2003)

Episode 3 (9/2/2024) (3 days since incident)

Original age: 20 (Born 11/8/2003)

New Age: 17 (Born 11/8/2006)

Episode 4: (9/11/2024) (9 days since incident)

Original age: 17 (Born 11/8/2006)

New Age: 15 (Born 11/8/2008)

Episode 5: (9/30/2024) (19 days since incident)

Original age: 29 (Born 11/8/1994) (This was due to an unexplainable event where I aged from 15 to 17 in one day, and then from 17 to 29 in the next day)

New Age: 13 (Born 11/8/2010)

Episode 6: (10/7/2024) (7 days since incident)

Original age: 13 (Born 11/8/2010)

New Age: 10 (Born 11/8/2013)

Having just done the math, my six regression episodes have resulted in my regression from 29 to 10 in just 51 days.  There have only been two instances where I have aged.  Activating this trigger is still unknown and is needed to solve the mystery and close this case.

Also, an update is needed regarding James.  James is a traitor, and he has betrayed me.  After promising me that he wouldn’t tell about my bedwetting accident at Jess’s, he went and told on me anyway.  Although I have lost James as a friend, I have included the following below as a list of trusted friends.  Refer to these friends as they will be useful in solving the mystery!

Trusted Friends:  Lexi, Maya, Lauren, Monica, Jess, Kelly, Jasmine

I am running out of time to solve this mystery since I am already 10 years old and have lost about two-thirds of my life.  After two months of regression, there is no telling how close I will be to vanishing into nothingness.  Memories keep getting harder to retain.  Memories prior to fifth grade make a lot more sense to me now.  This must come with every regression episode.

Older memories, especially ones closer to my adulthood are becoming nearly impossible to remember.  If it wasn’t for this notebook, then I probably wouldn’t have remembered anything about my adulthood.  8^th grade and 12^th grade memories are now becoming hard to remember and are getting hazy.

Bedwetting is no longer an issue thanks to the Goodnites.  (Thanks mom.  You are awesome!)  With no wet bedding now, I can sleep a lot better and formulate better ideas to solve this mystery.

Magic is going to be explored next, and I will be looking for genies, fairies, witches, or any enchanted objects that they might have ownership of.  I haven’t found anything yet but will keep this notebook updated for when I find any new discoveries.

 

Charlotte closed her notebook, noticing that her face was moist with tears.  Charlotte stood up and gasped.

There on the chair where she sat was a tiny wet spot.  The wet spot was spread around the middle of the seat.

Charlotte then felt a wet spot around the crotch of her ripped jeans.  ‘I…I peed myself without even knowing?  How?  Was it when I was crying and writing in my notebook?’

Fortunately, Charlotte had her other panties that she could wear for her track meet.  Granted they were a little sweaty, but they would be better than ones that were soaked in pee.

Charlotte went to Junior Track and saw Jess and Kelly ready to run.  Charlotte was also ready in her running clothes which were the same clothes as her physical education class.  Her tank top, her sweat band, her panties, her jogging pants, her tab socks, and of course, her running shoes.

Charlotte dominated the track during Junior Track.  She once again saw both Lauren and Monica, both helping Mrs. Lopez train the middle school girls in warmups, endurance, and cooldowns.

After Junior Track was over, Charlotte took a shower and put her running clothes back on.  She didn’t want to risk her mother seeing the wet spot on her ripped jeans.  She kept the sweaty panties on and hid the pee-soaked ones in her gym bag.

She frowned as she sat in her mother’s 4Runner, still upset about the accident that she had earlier. Charlotte was relieved that her mother was remaining silent and not pressing her for any questions on the way home.  Charlotte was very quick to change out of her sweaty panties and into a fresh pair once she got upstairs to her room.

Charlotte was diligent and dutiful, helping her mom make meatloaf for dinner.  Charlotte loved meatloaf, so it was no hassle in preparing the ingredients and following the simple directions that her mother gave her.  She helped with the meat loaf and assisted with the mashed potatoes.

As they both sat down for dinner, her mother had a few questions for Charlotte regarding her day and how it went.

“So Char,” Darcy asked her daughter without trying to sound too intrusive.  “How did your day go?  Did you have a good Monday, sweetie?  How about Junior Track?  Was that good, dear?”

Charlotte nodded as she stuffed her mouth with mashed potatoes.  She often liked to contrast the rich taste of ketchup and spices from the meatloaf with the rich and creamy taste of the mashed potatoes, so she was alternating dishes between bites.  “It’s like usual.  No one can keep up with me, mom!”

Darcy smiled.  “That’s good, honey!  You have always been a good runner.”

The rest of the conversation was like a blur to Charlotte, and she found herself back upstairs looking at her Mystery Notebook again.  She liked the magic theory, but she didn’t know where to go with it next.  She then smiled when she opened up the The Raidemirillion and began to read it.  Charlotte was very quickly finding out that this was a book that she was having trouble putting down.

After four more chapters, Charlotte was heavily yawning.  She was having trouble keeping her eyes open and was not about to let fatigue get the best of her.  ‘I’m a runner.’ Charlotte thought as she yawned.  ‘I still have the energy…’

After Charlotte fought what seemed like two more yawns, she glanced at The Raidemirillion.  ‘Just one more chapter and I’ll call it a night.’

The door cracked open.  “Char, it’s time for bed.  Why don’t you get cleaned up?”  Darcy said, grinning.

Charlotte knew better than to challenge anything that her mother told her, so she got up from her bed and went to the bathroom.

‘I guess I’ll pee first,’ Charlotte told herself as she began to pull down her panties.  She peed and then washed her face before brushing her teeth.

Charlotte smiled as she entered her bedroom.  Her smile grew when she glanced at the top drawer, knowing exactly what was inside it.

But when she pulled down her panties, she found a noticeably large wet spot.  ‘Hmm…Did I forget to wipe this time?’  Charlotte tried to remember her most recent trip to the bathroom and whether or not she practiced proper bathroom hygiene.  ‘It had to be.  Since I didn’t wipe, the pee must have dripped a few times.  Yeah.  That’s it.’

Charlotte decided to forget about that as she tossed off her underwear and pulled open the top drawer.  She slid on a new Goodnite up her legs until it rested smoothly against her crotch.  “Ah.”  Charlotte said, grinning.  “It’s so comfy.”

Charlotte then found her pajama drawer and got out a pink My Little Pony nightgown with rainbow patterns on the sleeves and back with a faded pink in the front with two ponies in a rainbow heart with the My Little Pony logo underneath it.

Darcy was now upstairs to check on Charlotte and help her with her nighttime routine.  She patted her butt and signaled her to get into bed.  But unbeknownst to Charlotte, Darcy was only making sure that her daughter had her Goodnite on.  Charlotte then allowed herself to get tucked in by her mother before she could no longer hold her eyes open.  In mere seconds, Charlotte was fast asleep.

[diaper24/7]

The plot twist in this terrific story is paired with the old story.

[Night Rain]

My little pony will come and save Charlotte.

[PamperedPrince]

6 hours ago, diaper24/7 said:

The plot twist in this terrific story is paired with the old story.

There are a lot of parallels right now, but in some later chapters, I will want to try some different settings that will certainly be different from the original.  I already have a few ideas and you will see them played out soon enough.

18 minutes ago, Night Rain said:

My little pony will come and save Charlotte.

I'm sure that fanfic is in the works, but it certainly won't be done by me.  😅

Chapter 29 is currently being worked on and should be done in the next couple of days.  I traded my day off tomorrow for another shift at work, so I have been quite busy with that.  I should get a little more done early tomorrow morning...

Stay tuned, everyone!  😀

[PamperedPrince]

A new chapter will be out tomorrow morning.  😀

[PamperedPrince]

Chapter 29

Charlotte felt two hands gently tapping her on the back.

“Charlotte honey, it’s time to wake up!”

But Charlotte was not moving.  She was motionless like a stone.

Darcy sighed as her daughter was still not stirring.  “Charlie honey, I know that you’re awake.  We need to get up and ready for school, okay?”

Charlotte opened her eyes and let out a stretch.  “Can’t I have just a few more minutes, mom?”

Darcy laughed.  “No dear.  You need to get up.  What’s wrong.  Didn’t you sleep well?”

Charlotte nodded.  “Yes.  I slept really well, mom.  My sleep was amazing.”

Darcy glanced at Charlotte and sighed.  “And honey?”

Charlotte frowned.  “And my sleep was the best ever?”   Charlotte couldn’t really figure out what it was that her mother wanted.   ‘What does she want?’ Charlotte still had Bobo right by her lap and softly brushed him on the head.  ‘Do you know what my mom wants, Bobo?’

Darcy wanted Charlotte to answer her question, but she had no other patience for this morning.  She pressed her hand over Charlotte’s butt, which squished the gelled-up moisture that was inside of Charlotte’s swollen Goodnite.  “Char, didn’t we talk about this already?  I told you yesterday, dear.  If you’re not going to tell me if you’re wet, then I’m going to have to check it every morning.”

Charlotte shrugged her shoulders.  ‘Hmm…I guess it IS very soaked.  I didn’t really notice it until my mom pointed it out.  Am I really getting that used to these Goodnites now?’  Charlotte nodded and glanced down at her groin.  “Well, yeah.  I guess it is a little wet.”

Darcy gave Charlotte a concerned sigh.  “A little, Charlotte?  That Goodnite is completely soaked.  And something tells me that you’re not taking this bedwetting thing seriously.  If this is the case, maybe we should consider buying something more absorbent.”  Darcy glanced at the running clothes that were lying on the floor from yesterday.  “That reminds me, Char.  Why did you wear your running clothes home and not your school clothes.  Can you tell me, honey?”

Charlotte was silent.  She knew the answer, but she didn’t want her secret to be revealed.

Darcy glanced at the clothes hamper.  “Well honey, if you’re not going to tell me, then I’m guessing that I will find the answer in here.”  Darcy dug into the hamper to find Charlotte’s pants from yesterday, along with her soaked panties at the very bottom.  “Just as I thought.  You had an accident at school, didn’t you?”

Charlotte could feel herself peeing a little more into her Goodnite.  Her face reddened and she nodded.  “Um…Y-yes mom.  I did.”

Darcy shook her head in disapproval.  “Well Charlie, if you’re starting to have accidents in the daytime, then maybe you should wear the Goodnites to school as well.”

Charlotte’s heart sank into her stomach at the very idea of this.  ‘And have all my friends find out that I piss myself?  No way!’  “No!” Charlotte shouted.

Darcy pointed to Charlotte’s wet pants and panties.  “And if I let you go to school, you’re just going to have another accident.  Now wouldn’t that be worse than if you decided to wear the Goodnites to school?  I’ll just pack four of them and nobody will ever have to know, okay?  I’ll even give you plastic bags to properly dispose of them.”

Charlotte pulled open her underwear drawer and grabbed a fresh pair of pink panties.  “Mom, I’m wearing my panties to school.”

Darcy sighed.  She knew that she wasn’t going to win this fight, but she wouldn’t back down if this were to happen again.  “Fine dear.  We are short of time this morning.  Wear your panties.  Just know that if you have any more accidents, you are done wearing panties to school.  I am not doing this to be mean, dear.  I just don’t want you to have any more accidents.  Now, since you won’t tell me about your accidents and would rather hide them from me, I am going to ask you and then check every one of your bags after school.  If we’re going to take care of this bedwetting problem, we are going to do it together, dear.  No more trying to handle it by yourself, okay?  Now get a shower and get ready!”

Charlotte nodded and hurried into the bathroom.

Darcy remained in the room and decided to pack a couple of Goodnites in Charlotte’s backpack, just in case.  ‘She will thank me later if she has any more accidents.’

Breakfast was sped up, since Darcy handed Charlotte a frosted strawberry Pop Tart to eat instead of Golden Grahams.  She placed the other Pop Tart in a Ziploc bag for Charlotte to have for later.

As late as Charlotte was in getting up that morning, the 4Runner was surprisingly a few minutes early when Darcy dropped Charlotte off at Langford Middle School.

After Charlotte entered the middle school, she ran.   She hurried forward and….

SMASH!  OW!

Charlotte seemed to have run into something, which knocked her onto the floor, where she landed on her butt.

But when Charlotte looked up, she discovered that something was someone.

It was…him. James.  ‘JAMES?!’ Charlotte was too furious to utter a single word when she glanced up at him.

But James glanced down and smiled.  “Charlotte? I am so so sorry!  Are you okay?”

Charlotte glanced up at James, her eyes filled with resentment.  ‘What did I ever see in this guy?  All he is to me is a pathetic snitch!  He can’t keep a secret for one second!’  She saw James’ arm reaching down to help her back up.  Still upset, Charlotte took it.  And at that point, Charlotte was just too upset to really focus on what happened next.  “Yeah, I’m okay.” Charlotte muttered in an annoyed tone under her breath.  Charlotte made no thought to even have this conversation in her memory.  Only the bitter feelings remained.

And then there was a nudge that Charlotte felt on her shoulder.

It was Jess, pointing in the direction towards the locker rooms.  “Did you forget, Char? You need to change into your workout clothes!  Today is the decathlon!”

Charlotte sighed as she glanced in the direction of her English classroom.  “But what about Mrs. Waverly’s English class?”

Jess laughed.  “You have already turned in the permission slips last week!  Every one of your classes will let you take part in this event!  Now it’s going to be done from 5^th grade to 8^th grade, so your grade is first!”

Charlotte nodded and nervously smiled.  “Of Course!” Charlotte shouted. “I knew that!  I’ll be out in a few minutes!”

Charlotte hurried to the locker room and took off her sparkly blue Jona Michelle polyester dress.

But when Charlotte unzipped her gym bag, she saw it.  Two Goodnites were stacked on the top.  ‘Mom, I am NOT going to wear them!’ Charlotte thought as her face reddened.  She quickly buried them underneath her clothes before another taller girl sat next to her with long brown hair.

“Are you ready for the decathlon, Charlotte?” The girl asked Charlotte.

Charlotte nodded.  “Of course I am…um…What’s your name?”

The girl held out her hand.  “I’m Laurisa.  Or you could call me Rissy.”

Charlotte nodded and focused on taking her other set of panties and clothes out of her gym bag while she carefully stuffed her dress into the bag.  Knowing that she was in the clear now, she quickly put her clothes on.  A pink T-shirt, her other panties, her grey jogging pants, her tab socks, and of course, her Bottega Veneta running shoes.

Laurisa glanced at Charlotte’s shoes as she was putting them on.  “Nice shoes, Charlotte.  They look brand new.”

Charlotte nodded.  “They just look that way.  They’re kept in very good shape.”

Laurisa smiled.  “That’s good.  You wouldn’t want to hurt your feet running in brand new shoes.”

Charlotte was now standing up and holding her zipped up gym bag.  She placed it in the locker next to her and was beginning to walk towards the exit of the locker room.  “I’ll see you out on the field!”

Charlotte decided to use the bathroom just before she went out to the field.  And it was a good thing that she did.  For the next minute, Charlotte was peeing.  She then pooped after that, which made it take a little bit longer to finish.

The Langford Middle School Decathlon officially began with high fanfare.  While most official decathlons took place over two days, this was a simplified version done in just one day.  Both the fifth and sixth grades began their events together.

Charlotte had no trouble in any of the ten events.  She set a record in the 100-meter dash, managing a time that rivaled even the sixth grader’s best time.  For the long jump, Charlotte’s incredible speed allowed her to jump the farthest.  Her running shoes put her in a trance that allowed her to throw the shotput far, jump the highest, set another record for the 400-meter dash, the 110-meter hurdles, discus, pole vault, and javelin.

The last event was the 1,500-meter run, which Charlotte managed to complete in 7:03.41.  Charlotte could’ve run faster but even this time smashed the record for every fifth and sixth grader that ran that event.

With the decathlon over for the 5^th and 6^th grade, both could watch the 7^th and 8^th graders after lunch.

It was now time for lunch.  And after Charlotte showered and changed back into her blue polyester dress, Jess came from behind and hugged Charlotte.

“I am so proud of you, Char!” Jess gushed.  “I have never seen such amazing times and records!  And you did it all with those shoes!”

Charlotte gasped and realized that she was still wearing her running shoes.  ‘Ah!  That’s right!  I forgot to change into my other shoes!  But these are very comfortable, so I might as well wear them for the rest of the day…’  Charlotte was beginning to walk away from the cafeteria and Jess pulled her by the arm.

“This way, Charlotte!” Jess joyfully shouted.  “We need to celebrate with the lunch of a champion!”

But Charlotte’s eyes darted back in the other direction.  “Okay Jess.  But can I please—”

“Lunch first, Charlotte.” Jess insisted, dragging Charlotte into the cafeteria.  “We also need to hurry since the high schoolers get the cafeteria next.  The middle school and high school do share the same cafeteria, you know.”

Charlotte reluctantly allowed Jess to pull her all the way into the lunch line, where the girls helped themselves to open face sandwiches with small cups of vegetable soup.  Jess volunteered to carry her lunch and Charlotte’s lunch on the same tray.  And since the school lunch was part of the Langford tuition, none of the girls had to pay for their lunch.  All they had to do was show the servers their school ID.

Both Kelly and Jasmine joined Jess shortly after they sat down.

“Isn’t she the best?” Jess gushed.  “I have never seen anyone perform that well in a decathlon.”

“Yes.” Jasmine said with a grin.  “I predict that Charlotte’s records will beat everyone for 7^th and 8^th grade.”

Kelly nodded.  “Yeah!  You’re awesome, Char!  I wish I could run that fast.”

Charlotte nodded and was finishing the rest of her lunch.  But as she drank her chocolate milk, Charlotte suddenly remembered why she was fighting Jess just outside the cafeteria.  The urge to pee, which was then non-existent, was now more intense than ever.  It was so intense that Charlotte felt like her bladder was going to explode this time.  ‘It wasn’t even this bad when I was in the basement of Aunt Darlene’s house.  But now, it’s even worse!  Why Jess, why?’

The girls all laughed, very happy for Charlotte’s success.  But Charlotte was not smiling.  She had a very worried look on her face.  She was now at a point where she couldn’t make it to the bathroom even if she tried.  Whether she stood up or remained sitting, the accident was about to happen.

Jess took note of Charlotte’s frown, and her smile faded into a look of concern.  “Charlotte, why aren’t you smiling?  Is there something wrong?”

Kelly shrugged her shoulders.  “I would think that you would be very happy.  I mean, who else can break records like that?”

Jess nodded.  “I know what will make her smile.  My patented tickle torture!  I know where Charlotte’s ticklish!”

“Patented?” Jasmine said with a laugh.  “I’m not quite sure about that.”

Jess approached Charlotte and began to softly move her fingertips over the surface of Charlotte’s stomach.  “Tikka-tikka-tikka-tikka-tikka-tikka-tikka!”

While Jess’s “patented” tickle torture managed to release a few giggles from Charlotte, it actually began to release something else from Charlotte.

Charlotte was now sighing in relief, suddenly realizing that her urge to pee was quickly diminishing.  But as she glanced down, she realized what was going on.  She froze as she began to feel the inevitable happen to her.

The pee began to cloak itself around Charlotte’s cotton panties like a blanket, completely enveloping it in a wet cocoon.  If Charlotte’s mind was like a video player, it was on pause right now, as the pee continued to flow out, dripping and running everywhere around her groin and between her butt cheeks.  Her oversaturated panties then continued the flow into Charlotte’s blue polyester dress.  The side of the dress that she was sitting on quickly darkened with pee before beginning to fill the chair that she was sitting on.  For a brief moment, Charlotte felt relief.  She felt…comfort.  It felt so good.  And it felt so right.  And even though her friends were watching her pee herself completely in front of them, that didn’t matter.  None of it mattered to Charlotte right now.

By the time that Charlotte’s mind caught up to what was going on, her eyes filled with tears, and she began sobbing.

Jess gasped as she watched the puddle of pee expanding where Charlotte was sitting.  “Oh Charlotte!  What just happened?  Why did you…Pee yourself?”

Charlotte was now choking back sobs and hiccupping.  As many deep breaths as she was taking, it did not stop the hiccups that were coming from her incessant sobbing.  Jess had a point, and if Charlotte was totally honest with herself, she couldn’t even explain what had just happened.  But she owed an answer to her very best friend.  “I…I don’t know!” Charlotte shouted.  “I…I couldn’t control it and it just…started.  And then…and then…it was too late!  Really!  I didn’t mean to do it!  I didn’t!  I AM SO SORRY!  SO SORRY-HE-HE-HE-HEEEEEEE….” Charlotte began hiccupping and sobbing again.

Kelly was in total shock.  “Oh no!  We need to take care of this!”

Jess wrapped her arms around the top of Charlotte, shedding a few tears herself.  “I’m very very sorry, Charlotte!  I’m going to get help, okay?  Charlotte, you go and stand against the wall, and no one will notice your stain on the back.  Kelly, Jas, stay put!”

Charlotte stood up, feeling the coldness of the pee from her panties and the back of her dress.  The pee clung to her skin against her panties as she made the strides over towards the wall.

Jess hurried out of the cafeteria, while the other two friends tried to comfort Charlotte.

“I’m sorry that had to happen!” Kelly said, giving Charlotte a compassionate gaze.

Charlotte heard the bell ring.  ‘Great.  Now all the high school kids are going to see a fifth grader that just pissed her pants.’

Moments later, Jess was running back into the cafeteria, holding five towels.  She immediately wrapped Charlotte in one of the towels while she gave one to both Kelly and Jasmine.  They all quickly wiped the pee off the chair and around the floor where the pee puddle spread to.

Jess sighed as she examined the large puddle that was all over where Charlotte sat.  ‘Yup.” Jess thought.  ‘It looks like she sprung a leak pretty bad.  Poor girl…’

After Jess and her friends sopped up the mess good, she glanced at Charlotte.  “Let’s go to the locker room.” Jess told her.  “We need to hurry.  The high school kids are about to come in.  Lauren from Junior Track is in the locker room.  She’s one of the volunteers for today’s decathlon!”

Kelly frowned as they were leaving.  “We’re all going to be late for class.  What do we tell the others?”

Jasmine scratched her head and nodded.  “We tell them that Charlotte, a fifth grader, just had her first period.  They don’t need to know the truth.”

“Works for me!” Kelly told Jasmine.  “The poor girl has gone through enough today.”

Charlotte’s face was still red with tears, but she could recognize that name that Jess said.  ‘Lauren?  My best friend?  How can she see me like this?  My panties…My dress…It’s all wet.  Everything.’

Jess was walking Charlotte to the girl’s locker room, trying to calm Charlotte down as she loudly wailed.

Once inside the girl’s locker room, Lauren was waiting there on a bench.

Jess glanced at her and sighed.  “This is Charlotte.  You saw her at Junior Track and today’s decathlon.  She kind of *whispering* peed the whole back side of her dress.  Please try to be gentle on her, okay?”

Lauren nodded, as she glanced at the sad fifth grader that had a large pee stain all over the back of her dress.  ‘The poor girl.’  Lauren thought as she approached Charlotte.  She then hugged her around her shoulders.  “Oh, you poor girl!” Lauren said.  “I recommend getting those clothes off and getting a shower right away.”

Jess glanced at the locker room.  “I think that it would be best if no other girls come in while we’re taking care of this.”

Lauren gave Jess a thumbs up.  “Good idea.  Jess, can you watch the entrance?  I’ll make sure that Charlotte gets all cleaned up.”

Meanwhile, Charlotte did as she was told and unwrapped the white towel.  She quickly removed her dress and the drenched panties, which clung around her skin.  She peeled the garments off and took her shower.

After the shower, Charlotte was met with a problem.  ‘What do I wear home?  My panties are soaked!’

Charlotte approached Lauren, who gave Charlotte a thoughtful stare.

“Charlotte, do you have anything else that you can wear home?” Lauren said, approaching Charlotte’s gym bag.  It was already open, and Lauren noticed the two Goodnites sticking out.  “You may not like this, but could you wear one of those Goodnites?”

Charlotte saw the sweat stained panties in her gym bag.  If she had to choose dignity over embarrassment, she would choose dignity.  Charlotte grabbed the sweaty panties and put them on.  “I am NOT wearing a diaper.” Charlotte muttered as she pulled the sweaty panties up her waist.

Lauren sighed.  “Well, just wear your same clothes as the decathlon, Charlotte.  Put all your clothes back on, including your running shoes.”

Charlotte liked that plan, as she began to put all her workout clothes on again.  Her pink T-shirt, her grey jogging pants, and then her tab socks.  As Charlotte slid on her running shoes, she immediately felt comfort entering her body like a calm wave.

Lauren then removed her coat.  “I know that it’s big on you but go ahead and wear it over your workout clothes.  “Now Jess, I think that you need to get back out there for the decathlon.  7^th and 8^th grade are about to start.”  She then glanced at Charlotte.   “Do you want to watch the rest of the decathlon?”

Charlotte shook her head, her face feeling all red and swelled up from all her crying.  “No thanks.  I had enough.”

Lauren nodded.  “Well, I have to be out there, Charlotte.  I will go and tell Mrs. Lopez, and we can get your mom to pick you up early.  Jess put all your wet clothes in the garbage bag while you were showering.  How does that sound, Charlotte?”

Charlotte just hugged Lauren, wishing with all her heart that she wouldn’t ever have to let go.

***

“Slow down, honey.  Can you explain to me again what happened?”

Charlotte took a deep breath and explained everything to her mother again, trying not to cry or breathe too quickly.  She explained the accident and how she practically ruined her dress by peeing all over the back of it.

“Oh sweetie!” Darcy said as she hugged Charlotte.  “I’m very sorry to hear that happened today.  It sounds like Jess was quite the hero for you today, huh?”  Darcy glanced at the coat.  “And is that Lauren’s?  Your physical education teacher and coach Mrs. Lopez called me today dear.  She told me everything that Lauren told her.”

Charlotte glanced at Lauren’s coat.  “She said that I could return it this weekend.”

Darcy grinned.  ‘Or I could just take it back to her.  I see him enough on the weekends…’  “Yes dear. I’ll make sure that you return it to her, okay?  If sounds like you had a rough day today, Charlie.  Let’s go home, okay?”

***

Dinner was rather uneventful and silent since Charlotte was so deep in thought.  All she could think about was waiting in the locker room.  Waiting for Mrs. Lopez to come and sit by her side.  And then, waiting for her mom to pick her up.  It was not a fun day, and Charlotte didn’t want to experience another day like that again.

Charlotte decided to watch TV in the living room before dinner was ready. Charlotte decided to watch just one episode of Blue’s Clues and one episode of My Little Pony Equestria Girls.

Just as the second show was concluding, dinner was ready.

After dinner, Darcy tapped her hand on Charlotte’s shoulder.  “How about you come into my room, dear?  I’m going to put the leftovers away and get all the dishes and counters cleaned up first.  Get ready for bed and we can watch a fun movie together, okay?” Darcy suggested.

After having such a horrible day, Charlotte didn’t mind the idea of a fun movie night with her mother.  Just how many times did she really get to do this with her mom?  Charlotte couldn’t even count on one hand.  With that, Charlotte agreed.  “Okay mom!” Charlotte said with a grin.

Charlotte went upstairs and down the hallway.  After that, she entered her bedroom and threw off all her workout clothes, including her sweaty panties.  She threw everything into her dirty clothes hamper.

Charlotte found a pink silk sleep shirt with white polka dots and matching bottoms.  She pulled open her top drawer to find the Goodnites.  She pulled one out of her drawer and stepped into both leg openings.  She then pulled it up around her waist, noticing that Tinklebell was smiling at her.

After that, she put her pajamas on and then grabbed Bobo, her favorite stuffed bear. 

She entered the bathroom and sat Bobo on the counter, so that he could “watch her brush her teeth”. Charlotte glanced at her face to notice that it was still red from earlier.  Her face had a few freckles, with a few noticeable signs that Charlotte was crying earlier.  Charlotte just didn’t want to think about it, so she finished her brushing and picked Bobo up before leaving the bathroom.

Charlotte entered her mother’s room.

Darcy smiled as she lay on top of her bed, tapping a spot next to her for Charlotte to lay on.  “Over here, Charlie.  I believe that I found something that you’re going to just LOVE.”

Charlotte eagerly leapt into her mother’s bed crawling underneath the covers while holding Bobo in her arms.

But before Charlotte even dove for the covers, Darcy could see Charlotte’s Goodnite peeking out of her pajamas.  It appeared that Charlotte didn’t tuck the bottom of her pajamas in all the way, giving Darcy a perfect glimpse of her daughter’s Goodnite.  Charlotte snuggled with Bobo and her mother.

Darcy hit the play button and the movie began.

The movie was Inspector Gadget.  The movie was about an android officer who fights crime caused by the evil Dr. Claw.  Charlotte enjoyed Gadget and all the transformations that he did.  He also liked his niece, Penny.  What Charlotte liked the most was how Penny and Gadget solved different cases together.   ‘It was like the mystery!’ Charlotte thought to herself.  She smiled and found herself finally unwinding and relaxing from the rough day that she had earlier.

Charlotte sighed in frustration when she felt the urge to pee again.  ‘I could get up, but I really don’t want to.’

Charlotte could feel the rustling of her Goodnite.  ‘But I’m already wearing it, and I know it’s for sleeping.  And yeah.  I had a rough day.  So, I really don’t feel like getting up and peeing.  And…’ Charlotte yawned.  ‘I’m tired.  No.  I’m not getting up.’

Charlotte continued watching Inspector Gadget during a fun scene where he foils Dr. Claw’s plan.  ‘I don’t even expect to be dry in the morning so…I’m just going to go.’

Charlotte glanced at the TV and saw her mother staring at her.  When Darcy saw Charlotte, she smiled and pulled her right into her arms. Charlotte was now unable to break free from her mother’s grip. Her mother’s tight loving embrace.  Charlotte tried to shake herself free, but Darcy smiled as she kept Charlotte close, as Charlotte kept her gaze on the TV screen.

Charlotte knew that she wasn’t going anywhere.  And with Darcy turning the light out, this made the decision all the more easier for Charlotte.  So, Charlotte began.  She slowly began to pee into her Goodnite, feeling the warm pee against her groin before gelling up and sagging.

Charlotte felt no different than she would have been if she were to just sit on the toilet.  Like the incident in the cafeteria, Charlotte was releasing everything into her Goodnite.  Every drop of pee without hesitation.  There was no regret.  There was no fear.  There was no shame.  There was no embarrassment.  Just Charlotte smiling, knowing that she could just let loose into her Goodnite without a care in the world.  The Goodnite continued to absorb her pee, drinking it up before gelling up around her butt and legs.  ‘It feels so good.’ Charlotte thought, as she felt the warmth from the pee saturating her Goodnite.  Charlotte felt safer and more comfortable in her Goodnite than any of her panties.

When Charlotte was peeing, she could feel her mother begin to place her hands over her back.  ‘Does my mom know that I’m peeing?’  It might have been the case.  It could have been the case.  But Charlotte never got the answer as her eyes were already shut, with a loud snore coming out of her mouth.  Charlotte fell asleep as her mother held her close to her side.