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

[Night Rain]

Charlotte should've worn the Goodnite that way she would've be protected.

[PamperedPrince]

On 12/5/2024 at 9:46 PM, Night Rain said:

Charlotte should've worn the Goodnite that way she would've be protected.

Charlotte can be stubborn at times, which can sometimes put her in embarrassing situations.

 

Chapter 30 is still in the works.  I'm going to call it a night and work on more of it tomorrow.  Stay tuned!  😀

[PamperedPrince]

Chapter 30

Charlotte felt drowsy and half awake as she continued to toss and turn in the covers.  At one point, she could feel herself being stood up and led out of the bed.  This was right before she fell fast asleep again.

Charlotte was woken up once again to feel something wet and heavy being pulled down her waist.  She could then feel what felt like a dry Goodnite being pulled back up her waist.  Her eyelids were too heavy for her to open before she heard a soothing and comforting voice.

“Good girl.  Now back to sleep, Charlie Darlie…”

Those were the last words that Charlotte heard before she fell completely back asleep again.

***

Charlotte shuffled around to realize that the bed that she was in was a lot bigger.  ‘Wait.  Did I fall asleep in my mom’s bed?’ Charlotte wondered.

Charlotte did not have to wonder long before she heard the sound of the bathroom door opening.  The hot steamy air flew out, releasing the humidity from what seemed like a hot shower.

That’s when Charlotte saw her mother standing there, wrapped in a towel.

“Good morning, sweetie.” Darcy said with a smile.  “Did you have a good sleep dear?”

Charlotte smiled and nodded.  “Yeah.  I slept well, mom!”

Darcy nodded as she walked over to Charlotte and sat down next to her on the bed.  She pressed her hand over the fabric of Charlotte’s pajama bottoms and felt the sag of Charlotte’s Goodnite.  She pressed her hand up, slowly lifting the soggy bulge.  After she released her hand, the bulge sloshed back down and sagged.  “Char honey, you are soaked this morning.  And this was after I changed you in the middle of the night.”

Charlotte only noticed the wet sag of her Goodnite when her mother pointed it out.  “Huh…I can’t remember going this much…”

Darcy nodded.  “Of course you didn’t dear.  You soaked it in your sleep.  That second one.”  Darcy paused and was about to share more but she kept silent.  ‘Maybe I shouldn’t tell Charlotte about how she peed her first Goodnite while she was awake watching the movie last night.’  This was clearly a matter that she would address later on.  “Charlotte, that’s two accidents in one night.  If you had those two accidents in one Goodnite, you would’ve certainly wet the bed.  We might have to try something different if these Goodnites are not going to work.”

Charlotte gasped.  ‘Just what did mom have in mind when she said “something different”?  Is she going to try to put me into…’ Charlotte gulped.  ‘Pull Ups?  No!  Or even worse than that, she’ll put me in a diaper!  But wait!  Do they even make Pull-Ups for 10-year-olds?  And I think that I may be too big for diapers…’

Charlotte made her way towards the bathroom that was next to her bedroom.  ‘Why is mom making such a big deal about my Goodnites?  Yeah, I pee in them every night now.  So?  It doesn’t bother me.  Why does it bother her?’  Charlotte grasped up at the doorknob, like it was almost out of reach.  ‘Hmm.  That’s strange.  Did mom install a bigger door?’  Charlotte shrugged her shoulders as she entered the bathroom.  ‘And the bathroom is bigger too!  It must be a new remodel.  It’s longer and…’ Charlotte had to stand on her tiptoes just to grab her toothbrush.  ‘The counter is higher!  Did mom just do this while I was at school?’  Charlotte was completely clueless as she began to squirt a glob of toothpaste on her toothbrush.  She sloppily brushed her teeth, thoroughly getting each tooth but was getting foamed up toothpaste all over the counter.  ‘Mom is busy, so I’ll ask her about the remodel later.  I really don’t think it's necessary.’

Charlotte could feel the heavy sag of the Goodnite as she approached the toilet.  She had to pee just a little bit, so she pulled the pink silk pajama bottoms down.  When she pulled the soggy Goodnite down, it hit the floor in a sloshy thud.

After Charlotte finished peeing, she pulled her soggy Goodnite back up along with her pajama bottoms and left the bathroom.

She walked back into her mother’s bedroom to see her bra only half on.  Her mother finished hooking her bra before reaching for an orange dress.  Charlotte watched her mother as she continued to dress herself.  ‘Wow.’ Charlotte thought with surprise.  ‘My mother sure has a nice body.  I hope that I can have a body like hers someday.’

Darcy noticed Charlotte was back in the bedroom and nodded.  “Yes sweetie.  Mommy has a very important modeling shoot to attend after dropping you off at school.”  She then pointed her finger towards a small pile of clothes near the bed.  “How about you change into your clothes and get ready, honey?  We only have time for a quick breakfast so let’s get going.”

Charlotte glanced at the selection of clothes that her mother picked out for her.  A white T-shirt, a pair of pink corduroy overalls, a pair of white panties with pink around the leg openings and waist, and a pair of pink ankle socks.  She then glanced around for the gym bag.  “Where’s the gym bag, mom?”

Darcy sighed.  “Honey, Junior Trailblazers is not until next week.  Please be a good girl and put on your clothes.  Okay?”

Charlotte shrugged her shoulders as she began to remove her pajama tops.  ‘Next week?  Don’t I have physical education every day?  That’s weird…’  Charlotte’s eyes focused on the tag that was on her silk pink sleep shirt.  ‘4T?  Why do they have the numbers next to the letters?  Is it some kind of code?’  Charlotte threw the sleep shirt on the floor and removed her silk bottoms.  She could feel the heavy sag of the Goodnite as she let it drop down below her ankles.  After stepping out of it, she put on her panties, followed by her white T-shirt.  She then stepped into her overalls but had a little trouble with buckling both straps.  She successfully buckled the left strap but gave up on the right one.  Her mother, noticing this, buckled the other strap for her.  Her socks were next.  She easily pulled her socks onto her feet.  “All done, mom!”

Darcy smiled.  “Good job, honey.  Now we need you to get downstairs and have a quick breakfast.  We’re going to have your favorite. A nice glass of Carnation Breakfast Essentials!”

Charlotte was confused.  ‘How can a whole breakfast be served to me in just a glass?  Well, I guess I’m about to find out.’

Darcy stuck a couple slices of bread in the toaster.  Right after that, she poured a glass of milk and added some chocolatey powder to it.  She stirred it vigorously before handing it to Charlotte. “Drink up, honey.  The toast is almost ready.”

Charlotte nodded as she grabbed the glass of chocolate milk from her mother.  As she began to drink the protein and vitamin rich chocolate milk, her eyes focused on the newspaper.  ‘The word search!  How many words can I find today?’

Charlotte spent five minutes just trying to find one word.  After finding one word, she could hear the sound of the toaster popping the toast up.

“Toast is done, Char!” Darcy said, as she buttered both slices before handing Charlotte one of them.  Charlotte began to nibble on the toast while Darcy impatiently watched her daughter.  “You need to be faster, hun.  Big bites.”

Charlotte took bigger bites and finished the toast just moments later.  Charlotte could still taste the delicious chocolate milk that her mother gave her.  ‘Yum!  That was so good!’  She then glanced at her mother with wanting eyes.  “Mommy, I loved that chocolate milk!  Can I please have chocolate milk every morning?”

Darcy smiled as she gathered Charlotte’s empty glass.  “Sure honey.  You can.”  She smiled when she glanced at the half full canister of Carnation Breakfast Essentials.  ‘I don’t know why Charlotte is being so silly this morning.  I give it to her every morning on school days!’  She then pointed in the direction of the garage door.  “Okay Char.  Into the car.  We don’t want to be late!”

Charlotte nodded.  “Okay mom!”  She eagerly dashed towards the garage door with her My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic backpack before getting a scowl from her mother.

“No running!” Darcy shouted.  “Walk dear.  And put your shoes on”

Charlotte quickly adjusted her pace and sat down to put her shoes on.  She put on a pair of pink Reebok Classic nylon stretch lace shoes.  With them being already tied, she just slipped them on.  After that, she opened the door to the garage.  She approached the door to the red 4Runner, which again seemed a little bigger for some reason.  ‘Did mom buy a bigger car?’

Charlotte climbed up into the passenger seat with her backpack and waited for her mother to show up.

But when Darcy saw Charlotte in the passenger seat, she shook her head.  “Charlotte, I don’t have time for this.  Get in your car seat.”

Charlotte’s heart sank.  ‘Did mom just say, “car seat”?’

Darcy scowled.  “Charlotte Marie, don’t make me tell you again.”

Charlotte got out of the car and opened the back door to find a pink car seat with a five-point harness sitting in the middle of the back seat.  ‘No.  Just no.  Didn’t I just help Allison out of a car seat not too long ago?’  Charlotte didn’t understand why she needed a car seat now, and she wasn’t about to give in to her mother’s demands.  “No mom!  I wanna sit in the passenger seat in the front!”

Darcy slammed her car keys on the driver’s seat and exited the 4Runner.  She circled around and stared Charlotte right in the face.  “Look at me, dear.  You are not tall enough to sit in the front with me.  You are not even tall enough for a booster seat yet.  You are very petite for your age, and you still need a car seat.”  Darcy picked up Charlotte and firmly placed her in her car seat.  She placed both of Charlotte’s shoulders around the side harnesses and joined the coupling of the two side harnesses together.  She then buckled both side buckles into the center that coupled both harnesses together.

Charlotte was mortified.  Here she was, now buckled into a car seat against her will.  ‘What is going on?  Aren’t I supposed to be in the fifth grade?’

The 4Runner hurried down the road and up the hill towards Langford Middle School.

As the car made its way towards the school, Charlotte was trying to figure out what was going on.  If she was in the fifth grade, then why was she now in a car seat?  There had to be a mistake!  ‘Maybe my mom is on drugs or something.  No one in their right mind would put a middle-schooler in a car seat!’

Charlotte then saw something happen that she didn’t even expect.  The 4Runner was going past the school!  ‘What is mom doing?’ Charlotte thought as she started to panic.  ‘She is going the wrong way!’  Charlotte had to say something.  Anything to get her mother’s attention.  “Mom!  Turn around!  You are going the wrong way!”

Darcy glanced at the rearview mirror in disbelief.  “What has gotten into you, Charlotte?  This is the second tantrum that I have seen from you this morning.  And no, dear.  We are not going the wrong way.  In fact, we are almost there.”

The car pulled past the high school and all the different fields that consisted of the Langford district.

Charlotte kept stewing in the back seat, inhaling deeply before attempting to speak to her mother calmly this time.  “Mom?  You did miss your turn.  I know you did.  Can you please turn around?”

Darcy shook her head.  “Don’t be ridiculous, Charlotte.  I am your mother, sweetie.  I know what school you go to, and the turn is just ahead.  Now, I’m not going to get a bad report from any of your teachers, am I?  Are you going to speak to them with that sassy mouth?”

Then it all began to make sense in Charlotte’s mind, and she froze in her car seat.  The bigger bed.  The bigger door.  The bigger bathroom.  The different breakfast.  The different clothes (since when did I wear overalls to school?)  The bigger car.  The CAR SEAT.  Charlotte gulped and her skin felt clammy as she felt her heart sink into her stomach.  Something was not right…once again.  ‘It’s happening to me.’ Charlotte thought as her mind spiraled into a panic.  ‘Again.  Once again.  Just how did I not even notice?  How did I not realize it?  And just what school is my mom going to drop me off at this time?’

As Darcy was pulling into the drop-off lane, Charlotte glanced out the window to see the lettering of the sign that stood right in front of the ornately decorated school:

LANGFORD ELEMENTARY

Charlotte could not breathe.  ‘She is not doing this to me.  I am not going to school with a bunch of kids!  Nope!  I am just not going to get out of the car.’  Charlotte made up her mind then and there as she pouted in her car seat. 

She just wasn’t going to enter the school.  And there was nothing that her mother could do to stop her.  “NO!” Charlotte shouted.  “I am not going!”

“What did you just say?”  Darcy growled as she glanced at her defiant daughter.

Charlotte didn’t miss a beat this time.  “I said NO!” she screamed.  “You are NOT going to make me go!  This is stupid and I’m not going!  I’m never going!  YOU CAN’T MAKE ME, MOM!!!”

Charlotte couldn’t believe just how loud she screamed at her mother.

Darcy was now at her breaking point.  And as much as it pained her to do this, she had to resort to the sternest form of discipline to get her out of control daughter in line. 

Charlotte then realized just how much of a mistake it was to yell at her mother like that.

Very quickly, Darcy held her hand up while she avoided eye contact with her daughter.  “Charlotte Marie Warren!  I don’t know what has gotten into you this morning, but you are way out of line!  Really dear, why are you giving me such a hard time today?  Now, you have exactly three seconds to get out of this car before I give you something that you will surely scream about.  You are going into that school, and you are going to learn.  You are going to listen to your teacher, and you will cooperate today.  There will be no bickering or arguments of any kind.  The three second start…NOW!  THREE!”

Charlotte was out of the 4Runner with her backpack before her mother could even say “TWO”.  Somehow, she managed to press the red button to release the two buckles, lift up the harness, and scurry out of the car before her mother could even utter another syllable.  She couldn’t believe how fast she did that or if the speed at which she did it was even humanly possible.  But here Charlotte was, standing right at the entrance to Langford Elementary.

Charlotte was still beside herself.  ‘Elementary school?  Again?  How am I going to do this?  What grade am I in?  Kindergarten?’  Charlotte glanced at her two hands, now immediately aware of just how small she was.  ‘How did I miss it?  Why was I not even aware?’

Another thing that Charlotte was not aware of was her strong need to pee.  ‘Uh oh.  I gotta pee!  I hope there’s a bathroom nearby!’

Charlotte dashed into the school and found a girl’s bathroom right near the main office.

Charlotte entered a stall, unbuckled the two straps of her overalls, pulled down her panties, and found herself peeing in the toilet almost immediately.

As Charlotte sat on the toilet, she began to think about everything that happened that morning.  Everything leading up to her realization that something was once again not right in her life.

Charlotte thought about all the strange differences from the point that she woke up that morning.  From her mother’s bigger bed to only being able to circle one word search, Charlotte should have been able to put two and two together.  But this time, she didn’t.  Somehow, she couldn’t.

‘And now, I’m in elementary school?’ Charlotte thought as she felt the waves of despair well up in her mind.

Charlotte finished up and walked over to the sink to wash her hands.

But when she glanced into the mirror at the sink, she saw a little girl with light freckles sprinkled all over her face.  She had black hair and was very small, slender, and petite.  The girl looked like she belonged in kindergarten, or some thereabouts.  The facial expression that she saw gave her the impression that this girl was both mentally and physically immature.  The girl looked sad, like she had just discovered a truth about herself that she wished wasn’t true.

As Charlotte continued to gaze at this girl, she began to think about running and how invigorating running in physical education would be.  This made the girl, that is, the reflection that this girl was, smile.  It was the kind of smile that was infectious.  The kind of smile that brightened an entire room.

Charlotte was then filled with goosebumps when she realized that the girl that she was staring at, the tiny, slender, petite little girl, the smiling girl with the black hair was…her.  SHE was that girl and was beyond belief that she was that girl once again.  How can it even be fair to be at this age once again?  Charlotte knew that the girl that she saw in the mirror had already lived that life.  Had already moved on to the next stage.  But how then was she once again that girl?

Charlotte was then haunted with another thought.  ‘What am I, a kindergartener now?  What’s next after this?  Preschool?  Daycare?  Pretty soon, I won’t be going to school anymore and I will just be a helpless baby with my mom taking care of me.  And then…and then…I will just disappear?  I can’t go further back than birth.  I will just be nothing.  That’s why this mystery needs to be solved!  Before, before…I’m gone!’

Charlotte burst into tears as she ran out of the bathroom with her backpack, lamenting over her gradual fate. She entered the front office as she bawled her eyes out.

Charlotte caught notice of the placard sitting on the desk.  “Miss Juno?”

The staff member shook her head.  “Oh.  Don’t call me that, Charlotte.  Please call me Renee.  Are you still having trouble finding your way around this school?  Don’t worry, dear.  I can help you!”

Charlotte nodded as her tears evaporated.  ‘That Renee has to be at least almost 30.  The age that I WAS…  “Miss…um…I mean, Renee?  The teacher usually leads me and all my classmates to my class.  But I had to go to the bathroom, so uh…Yeah.  I missed following them!  Now I can’t find my way to class…”

Renee was on the verge of hugging Charlotte, when Charlotte quickly leapt back to avoid her.  “It’s okay, Charlotte!” Renee said warmly, offering Charlotte her hand.  You are in Miss Willoughby’s class, and guess what?  You are not going there by yourself.  We are going to Miss Willoughby’s class together!  How’s that, Charlotte?”

Charlotte immediately smiled reflexively when she saw how friendly and contagious Renee’s energy was.  She was warm.  She was polite.  And she was willing to help Charlotte get to her class.

“This way, Miss Sunshine!” Renee complimented Charlotte as they held hands and walked down the hall towards Miss Willoughby’s class.

The elementary school had the younger grades in one wing and the older grades in another wing.  The younger grades Charlotte learned were Kindergarten, 1^st grade, and 2^nd grade.  The 3^rd grade and 4^th grade were in the other wing of the school.

As Charlotte was walking with Renee, she saw her walking past all the kindergarten classrooms.  ‘Not in Kindergarten.’ Charlotte sighed with relief.

Renee glanced at Charlotte and smiled.  “You’re quite the runner, Charlotte.  From your skill level, I feel like you don’t belong in the Junior Trailblazers.  You’re in a league of your very own.  Your fit would be a lot better with the fifth graders in Junior Track.”

‘Darn tootin’!’ Charlotte thought.   ‘I WAS a fifth grader not too recently.  Are you telling me that I am so talented and fast that I can outrun a fifth grader?  That’s…awesome…’

Charlotte passed all the first-grade classrooms and smiled.  ‘Not in the first grade either…’

But then, Renee stopped with Charlotte and pointed at a door that had decorated glass paneling that displayed the name of Charlotte’s class.  It read the following:

🍎MISS WILLOUGHBY’S…

But Charlotte did not read the whole sign.  When she did, it read the following:

WELCOME TO

🍎MISS WILLOUGHBY’S 2^ND GRADE CLASS🍎

YOU WILL APPLE-SOLUTELY LOVE IT HERE!

‘Okay.’ Charlotte thought as she began to feel her nerves going out of control.  ‘Three more years?  How could I drop that many years so quickly?  I dropped SIX YEARS in just three days!’

Charlotte’s panic heightened when she noticed paper apples decorated all over the door.  Each of the paper apples had a head shot of different students.  Charlotte could see a recent picture of herself, smiling on the door to the classroom.  ‘I don’t remember even being in this class!  APPLE-SOLUTELY love it?  No!  I APPLE-SOLUTELY hate it!’

But it was too late.  Renee opened the door to the classroom, which roused the curiosity of most of the students that glanced at it.

“Hi Miss Willoughby,” Renee addressed with a big smile before she turned to face the young Korean woman who was standing in front of the class near the whiteboard.

“Ah!” Miss Willoughby said with a smile.  “I was wondering where Charlotte was!”

Charlotte blushed.  It wasn’t Miss Willoughby that she was concerned about, but the numerous other second graders that all cast curious glances at her.  She used Renee for cover, hoping that she could just stand by Renee forever.

“It’s alright,” Miss Willoughby said, addressing Renee.  “When I saw that Charlotte did not show up for class, I was starting to get concerned.  So I contacted the office and documented the absence.  Now, I want you to reverse that since I know that Charlotte is here and safe in my class.  Could you please do that?”  She turned to face Charlotte.  “And Charlotte!  We all missed you!  One student was asking about you.  Why don’t you go find your seat and sit down?”  Miss Willoughby said all this to Charlotte in a warm and kind demeanor.

‘Absolutely.’ Charlotte thought.  ‘I PROMISED mom that I would be on my best behavior.’  Still feeling out of place, Charlotte sat at the only empty desk that she could find.  The one that had her name written out in beautiful calligraphy and decorative art.  Roses, rays of sunlight, and rainbows all adorned the beautiful nameplate that read “CHARLOTTE” in colorful letters.  ‘Wow.  I never knew that I made my name look so cute!’

Charlotte was surprised at how much she enjoyed the morning in Miss Willoughby’s second grade class.  Her teacher was very upbeat, engaging, clever and funny.  There were moments that Charlotte found herself laughing with the entire class at something that Miss Willoughby talked about.  Some kids called the teacher Miss W or Miss Willo since Willoughby was quite a long name to say for a few of them.  Charlotte enjoyed the math portion, as it had nothing to do with the messy algebra that she always had to deal with in high school.  ‘We get fun story problems that deal with pizzas!  A student even joked about taking one of the pizzas and asking Miss Willoughby how many would be left.  Miss Willoughby entertained the joke by asking the same question to the student, and joked by adding if he would be eating the whole pizza that he took.

During the mid-point of the morning, Miss Willoughby began the reading and English portion of class, where she had different groups read different books that that they chose.  When Charlotte got into her group, she found out that the book was from the Nancy Drew series.  In this particular book, it detailed a sixth-grade girl that made herself a detective after a murder happened in her small North Carolina town.

Charlotte’s group took turns reading the book, each reading a page and continuing only if the sentence ran onto the next page.  Then the next person read their page, and so on.  Charlotte glanced at her group, which consisted of a girl named Wendy, another girl named Jackie, and a boy named Stewart.  When it was Charlotte’s turn, she read the page with enthusiasm, pouring everything into her imitation of Miss Moses LeBeau, the self-proclaimed detective that would solve the murder mystery.

When Miss Willoughby checked on the class, she gave Charlotte a thumbs up when she heard her reading.  “My, we have quite the star here!” Miss Willoughby said, praising Charlotte on her excellent reading skills.

Charlotte smiled, eating up all the praise before returning the book to Wendy so that she could read her page.

When the group reading ended for the day, Wendy smiled at Jackie.  “Let’s play a game!” Wendy said, smiling.  She then pointed to the boy that was in the reading group.  “You too, Stewart!”

Charlotte waited for Wendy to invite her, but Wendy never did.  Instead, Charlotte sadly sat by herself with no one to play with.  ‘What about me?’  Charlotte thought.  ‘I’m an excellent friend!  Why won’t anyone play with me?’

Charlotte thought of her past friends and just how reliable they were.  First, there was Lexi and Maya.  Then, there was Lauren and Monica.  After that was Jess, Kelly, and Jasmine.  But with Charlotte in elementary school now, she had no friends to turn to.  She was isolated and alone, just wishing that someone could just give her a chance.

During lunch, Charlotte tried again.  ‘Maybe all my friends are in a different class?  Yeah.  There’s no friends in MY second-grade class.  They’re definitely in another one!’  But as Charlotte looked around the cafeteria, she saw no one.  There were no tables of anyone that wanted to invite her.  No one that wanted Charlotte to feel included.  Just no one.

So Charlotte took her Styrofoam tray with the uniformly cut rectangle of cubed pepperoni pizza, peas, apple sauce, and carton of chocolate milk to an empty table to eat lunch, feeling just as empty.

Charlotte almost started to cry when a hand tapped her on the shoulder.

It was Renee, the teacher that helped Charlotte earlier when she couldn’t find her class.

“Hi Charlotte!” Renee said cheerfully.  “I see that you’re eating by yourself.  How about I join you?  Would you like that?”

Charlotte nodded and wiped the tears that came out of her eyes.

Renee smiled, trying to make Charlotte feel better.  “Cheer up, Charlotte.  You are such a wonderful runner, and I just know that you’re going to make some good friends soon.”

Charlotte looked around the cafeteria.  ‘But when?  Nobody wants to be my friend right now.’  “How do you know?” Charlotte asked the overly jolly teacher.

“It’s you, Charlotte.” Renee told her.  “Who wouldn’t want to be a friend to such a nice girl like you?  You’re smart and very talented in athletics.  Also, I am trying to get you into Junior Track since I feel like you belong there instead of the Junior Trailblazers.  Imagine that.  You’ll be running with the fifth graders!”

Charlotte smiled.  “No I won’t.  They’ll be running by themselves since I’ll be outrunning them all!”

Renee laughed.  “That’s what I like about you, Charlotte.  You’re clever and funny!  You’re going to make friends soon.  I know things have been rough for you lately.  They’ll get better.  Trust me.”

Charlotte was now done eating her pizza, peas, and apple sauce.  She now opened her chocolate milk carton and stuck the straw inside it.

Renee grabbed her finished tray.  “It looks like you’re done.  Now I’m going to try to get you into junior track.  You will be expected to keep up with the more advanced drills that the fifth graders are doing.  Do you think that you can handle it, Charlotte?”

Charlotte grinned and nodded.  “Yeah!  I just wish that I could run!”

Renee smiled.  “Well, we want you to get used to your classes first before we break you into running.  That’s going to be next week, okay?”

Charlotte nodded, but then felt an urge to pee again.  “Okay!” Charlotte said anxiously.  “Bye Renee!”

Charlotte hurried to the bathroom and made it just in time.  She also pooped in the toilet, making it take a little longer to finish.

That afternoon seemed to fly by for Charlotte.  All the activities were fun and engaging as Miss Willoughby flowed seamlessly through her lesson plan.

At the end of the day, Charlotte had to pee again.

As all the students were saying goodbye to Miss Willoughby, Charlotte quickly approached the teacher.

“Um…Bye Miss Willoughby!” Charlotte shouted, energetically waving her hands back and forth.

Just then, Charlotte started to feel wet around her crotch.  Her pink crotch around her overalls continued to darken as the stain of pee began to expand down her legs and dripping from her ankles and onto the floor.  And unfortunately, Miss Willoughby immediately noticed this.

“Oh no!” Miss Willoughby said, gasping.  “It looks like someone needs to go to the nurse’s office.  Here Charlotte.  I will take you to the bathroom and then I will take you there.”

Charlotte sighed and her eyes began to tear up again as her face reddened with embarrassment.  “What will I wear?  My overalls are all wet!”

Miss Willoughby nodded.  “Well, lucky for you, your mother has dropped off a spare set of clothing to change into at the nurse’s office.  I will take you there and we can change you into some clean clothes!”

Charlotte gasped.  ‘My mom already dropped off the clothing?  When did she do this?’  Charlotte nodded and walked with Miss Willoughby, feeling the uncomfortable wetness around her crotch and underwear.

Miss Willoughby opened the door to the nurse’s office and stepped in with Charlotte.

“Charlotte here had an accident at the end of the day,” Miss Willoughby announced.  “Do you have the change of clothing that her mother dropped off for her?”

The female nurse nodded.  “Certainly.  The last name is Warren, right?”

Miss Willoughby nodded.  “Yes.  I’ll leave you with her.  I’ve got some assignments to grade.”

“Okay!” The female nurse agreed.  Both her and Miss Willoughby waved hands as Miss Willoughby left the nurse’s office.

“I’m Brenda.” The nurse said, holding out her hand to shake Charlotte’s hand.  “You must be uncomfortable in those wet clothes.  Let’s get you out of them, okay?”

Brenda took Charlotte into a back room with what looked like an examination table.  She helped Charlotte remove her overalls, followed by her white T-Shirt that was wet around the waist and her soaked panties.  She placed the wet clothes into a plastic bag and opened another plastic bag that had her dry clothes.  Brenda took some Kandoo kids wipes and wiped around the area where Charlotte peed herself.  After a few wipes, she handed Charlotte her clothes.

“Do you think you can change into your clothes?”  Brenda asked her.

Charlotte nodded.  “Yeah!  I can do that.”

Charlotte glanced at the dry change of clothes.  It consisted of a lavender jersey T-shirt, a pair of elastic waistband jeans with flower embroidery on the leg cuffs, another pair of white panties with pink leg openings and a pink waistband, and a pair of pink ankle socks.  Charlotte dressed herself quickly, beginning with the panties.  She then put the T-shirt on, followed by the waistband jeans, which had no button or zipper.  All Charlotte had to do was pull the jeans on and they were on.  The pink ankle socks were last.

After Charlotte was dressed, Brenda handed Charlotte a plastic bag that had her wet clothes inside.

“Make sure that your mother gets that bag, honey.”  Brenda instructed.

“Okay!” Charlotte agreed, as she grabbed the bag.

Charlotte left the nurse’s office and decided to go to the library to wait for her mom to pick her up.  As she passed the librarian, he smiled at her.

“Nice to see you again, Charlotte!”  The middle-aged man said cheerfully.

Charlotte frowned.

The middle-aged man maintained his smile.  “Don’t you remember, Charlotte?  It’s me!  Mr. Harvey!  You must be here to wait until your mom picks you up!”

Charlotte nodded.  “I’m going to go sit down and work on my schoolwork.”

Mr. Harvey nodded.  “Okay Charlotte!  Let me know if you need anything, okay?”

“Okay!”

Charlotte found a table that was near a few bookshelves and sat her backpack down along with a familiar notebook.  Charlotte had to pee, so she left her things there.  She found a nearby bathroom and did her business.  She was surprised at how much she had to pee after having that big accident right after school.

When Charlotte returned, there was no one else that touched her stuff.  Charlotte then glanced at the cover of the notebook:

SUPER SLEUTH CHARLOTTE’S MYSTERY NOTEBOOK

For solving The Mystery!

Charlotte frowned when she came across various words that she now didn’t know the meaning of.  ‘What is C-H-A-U-F-F-E-U-R?  Or what is C-O-R-R-O-B-O-R-A-T-E-D?  Charlotte had another piece of paper where she wrote down all the words that she didn’t know the meanings of or how to spell them.  These words included Alternate, Dimension, Contagious, Assumption, Subconscious, Simulation, Superstition, Pseudoscience, and Interval.  Charlotte was certain that there were other words that she didn’t understand but she didn’t have time to write them all down.  ‘I don’t know what these words mean.  I’ll ask Mr. Harvey about them later!’

Charlotte glanced at the various episodes in her notebook, noticing that each one indicated an instance where she became younger.  Towards the end of where she wrote, she noticed a summary of all the regression episodes, plus a list of trusted friends.  This made her sad, since she still didn’t find any friends in elementary school yet.  ‘So, it stopped at 6 episodes?’ Charlotte thought.  ‘Wouldn’t today be 7 then?’

Episode 7 

Today is Ocktober ninth and eye am sevan years old.  I faght that lots uv  fings were diffant today.  One fing that was diffant was my mommy’s bed was bihger. My bafroom door wuz also bihger   The bafroom was bihger.  I will now right numbers that are diffant about me:

1. Diffant size – Bed was not bihger. Bafroom was not bihger. Mommy’s car wuz not bihger.  I was smaller!
2. Diffant school – I don’t go to a middle school anymore. I go to an elmentary school.  This made me upset and unhappy.
3. Diffant Grade and Diffant Teacher – I am not in fith grade anymore. I am in secand grade in Miss Willby’s Class (I can’t spell her name so I will just call her Miss W or Miss Willo like the other kids.)
4. Really bad bladder? I had a very bad accsadent at the end of the day.  Goodnites will help.  They will make it easy to solve the mystery!

From everything that is different about me, I think that I am seven years old.  Don’t I have a birthday in November?  I will ask my mom about it today.  That means that I will be eight soon.

Need to solve mystery soon or I will disspear. I will probably be a baby first and I won’t be able to walk or even crawl.  But I don’t wanna disspear!  I want to live!

Charlotte tried to keep her spirits up by thinking of positive things to help her as she continued writing.

Yes!  Magic!  These other things called theories didn’t work but the magic may work.  I’m gonna find a fairee that will wish me back to normal!  Or a geenee!  Or a powerful wizard!

Charlotte smiled as she closed her notebook.  She was proud that she had found a working solution to her mystery.  It was right there in The Ringmaster Chronicles all along!  All she needed to do was find where these magical creatures lived so she could visit them and get her wish granted.

But before Charlotte could even begin to read any of The Ringmaster Chronicles, Charlotte could feel a soft tap on both her shoulders.  She glanced up to see her mother staring at her.

“Time to go, sweetie.” Darcy said, taking Charlotte’s hand while she noticed Charlotte holding a plastic bag in the other.  “Oh no, honey.  You’re not wearing your overalls?  That was the change of clothes that I packed you, dear.  So is that all wet clothes in there?  Oh no…”  Darcy grabbed the plastic bag filled with Charlotte’s soaked clothes and walked out of the library with her daughter.

Charlotte felt tired as she got to the parking lot.  So much so that she didn’t even realize that she was already sitting in her car seat, and her mother was buckling her up.

Charlotte noticed something strange on the way home.  Instead of turning towards the street that they usually live on, she turned onto another street that went into town.  “Mom, this is not the way home!”

Darcy smiled.  “Please don’t do this again, dear.  We are not going home yet.  You are going to the pediatrician.  You have a scheduled appointment today.  It’s regarding your…little problem with making it to the bathroom.”

Charlotte’s face turned red.  She just couldn’t believe it.  Instead of going home, she was on her way into town.  On her way to the pediatrician.

[Night Rain]

Perhaps now we will find out the truth about what might be causing Charlotte to have so many accidents.

[PamperedPrince]

On 12/10/2024 at 1:38 PM, Night Rain said:

Perhaps now we will find out the truth about what might be causing Charlotte to have so many accidents.

Maybe.  We'll just have to find out... 😀

Now for the next chapter...

 

Chapter 31

“Charlotte honey, we’re here.”

Darcy opened the door on the rear driver’s side and leaned forward towards the pink car seat.  She pressed the red button, which released both buckles to the side harnesses.  She separated the coupling and helped Charlotte’s arms out of the side harnesses as she lifted them over her head.

Charlotte was despondent.  She clearly didn’t understand why this doctor’s appointment was so important.  ‘Why do I even need to be here?’ Charlotte wondered.  ‘I want to go home and read The Ringmaster Chronicles! I want to find the wizards and fairies that will get me back to normal!’

“Come on, Charlie.  Get out of your seat.”  Darcy said, now showing a little impatience in her voice.  “Your appointment is at 4:30. It’s 4:25.”

Charlotte got out of her car seat and stepped out of the 4Runner.  Charlotte realized that it was quite a step down, and she almost forgot just how much smaller she was compared to yesterday.

Darcy smiled.  “There we go.  Good girl!”  Darcy’s expression changed to that of concern as she pensively stared at Charlotte.  “Charlotte, before I picked you up, Miss Willoughby called me.  She told me that you had an accident at the end of the day.  Why didn’t you tell me, dear?  We had the whole 20-minute ride over here.”

Charlotte shrugged her shoulders.  She was at a loss of what to say to her mother.  “Well…” Charlotte began.  “I was going to tell you!  But um, I forgot.”

Darcy lovingly pat Charlotte on the shoulder.  “That’s okay, sweetie.  That’s what we’re here for.  We’re going to have a checkup with Dr. Taylor and she’s going to help us figure out your bladder issue.”

For some reason, Charlotte couldn’t remember what a bladder was.  “Bladder?”

Darcy nodded.  “It’s like a bag that’s in your body that holds in your pee.  But yours isn’t working the right way so we’re going to figure it out, okay?”

Charlotte nodded.  “Okay mommy!”

Charlotte grabbed her mother’s hand as they walked across the small parking lot towards a modern white building with glass windows lining the building.

Both Charlotte and her mother entered to find a small waiting room and a receptionist desk.  Charlotte took a seat while her mother talked to the receptionist.

“We’re here for Charlotte’s appointment with Dr. Taylor,” Darcy explained.  “It’s at 4:30.”

The female receptionist glanced at her computer and smiled.  “Charlotte Warren?  You are right on time.  Dr. Taylor is finishing with another patient.  Her assistant will call you when she’s ready.”

Darcy nodded.  “Thank you.”  She walked over to a seat that was next to Charlotte and sat next to her.

Charlotte found an issue of Highlights magazine and began to read it.  She enjoyed reading the fun stories.  ‘Wow!’ Charlotte thought smiling.  ‘It even has some puzzles!’

Charlotte was right in the middle of a word search puzzle when the nurse came out of the waiting room.

“Charlotte Warren.” The female nurse called.

Darcy glanced at Charlotte and gently poked her arm.  “Charlotte, they’re ready.  Let’s go dear.”

The nurse led both Darcy and Charlotte through the door and into a hallway, which curved around to a chair with a scale next to it.

The nurse glanced at Darcy.  “I’m going to need to have every article of clothing removed from Charlotte except her underwear.  I’m going to get her weight, height, and blood pressure.”

Darcy helped Charlotte in removing her lavender jersey T-shirt, her waistband jeans, her shoes, and her pink ankle socks.

Charlotte glanced down, noticing her tummy and her slender body, including the white panties with the pink leg openings and pink waistband.

The nurse smiled and carefully guided Charlotte over to the scale.  “Just step on the scale and stay there until I tell you to get off.” She instructed Charlotte.  “You’ll get a sucker after your appointment today!”

Charlotte smiled.  ‘Oh boy!  I love suckers!  I hope they have grape suckers.  I love grape…’  She stood on the medical scale while the nurse adjusted the weights until the scale was neither leaning to the right or to the left.

“Let’s see…” The nurse said as she finished adjusting the weights.  “36 pounds, 7 ounces.  You almost weigh as much as my daughter, and she’s four!” The nurse then pulled the height bar down until it was level with the tip of Charlotte’s head.  “And you are 3 foot 4 and 13 sixteenths of an inch.  You are almost 41 inches tall.”

Darcy nodded.  “Yes.  She takes after me, so I know that she’s not going to be that short forever.  I’m 5 foot 1 and three quarters of an inch.  Now I need to get Charlotte’s blood pressure.  The doctor will get Charlotte’s temperature.”

All Charlotte could think about was the height and weight that the nurse gave out while the nurse inflated the cuff around her arm.  ‘It all makes sense.’ Charlotte thought.  ‘Why everything feels so big to me now.  It’s because I have gotten a lot smaller.  That’s why I need to solve this mystery!  If I don’t solve it in time, I will disappear!’

“It’s 94/61,” The nurse said as she deflated the cuff that was around Charlotte’s right upper arm.  “Do keep in mind that blood pressure is based on weight and since Charlotte is very petite for her age, I am using the chart for a four-year-old, so her number is well within the normal range.  Based on her chart, Charlotte is almost eight, right?”

Darcy nodded.  “Yes.  I had her in November of 2016.  I can’t believe that she’s almost eight already!  Where did all the time go?”

The nurse smiled.  “You’re telling me.  Paige is four and I feel like it was only yesterday that I was feeding her a bottle.  We’re still working on potty training, though.  She almost has it down.  Anyway…” The nurse glanced towards the door to the examination room.  “Why don’t you just take her clothes and go into that room?  Dr. Taylor will be with you shortly.”

Darcy gathered all of Charlotte’s clothes and entered the examination room with Charlotte.

The examination table was way too high for Charlotte to climb on, so Darcy picked her up and sat her on the table, with a strip of paper lined over the whole length of the table.

Charlotte’s thoughts returned to her sitting there in the sterile examination room.  ‘Just why do I have to be here?  Can’t I just wear my Goodnites?  I know they’re for at night, but…I can’t hold it!’

The door opened, and a female doctor dressed in a white lab coat closed the door, before walking towards the examination table where Charlotte was casting nervous glances on her.

“Dr. Sandra Taylor?” Darcy addressed with a smile.  “Thank you very much for squeezing Charlotte in on such short notice.”

Dr. Taylor.  “Yes.  We had a cancellation, so we were able to squeeze you in.  So I have in my notes that Charlotte has a bladder problem!  While it’s not a good thing, I want to assure you that bedwetting is something that is very normal for kids that are Charlotte’s age.  I even want to encourage you that bedwetting is something that Charlotte will eventually grow out of.”

Darcy nodded.  “Yes.  That’s encouraging for the future, but right now, we’re in the present.  I want to discuss with you some recent accidents that Charlotte has been having lately.”

Dr. Taylor glanced at her notes and then back at Darcy.  “Of course!  Bladder issues can vary depending on the child.  So what are the problems that Charlotte is currently facing?”

Darcy let out a nervous laugh.  “Well, Charlotte has wet the bed at least three times last week.  Because of that, I had to get her the Goodnites this last Saturday.  And it was a good thing that I did.  When Charlotte stayed at my sister’s house, she had an accident all over the basement floor while a friend of a friend babysat her.  She was put to bed in Goodnites and her Goodnite was soaked in the morning.  Since we began the routine, her Goodnite has been soaked every morning.  Just last night, I had to change her into a second Goodnite as it was already soaked in the middle of the night, and I didn’t want her to wet my bed.  I have also been telling Charlotte to remind me when she is wet, and she hasn’t been good at telling me so I have to check her.”

Dr. Taylor gasped and glanced at Charlotte.  “Are you not telling your mom about your accidents Charlotte?”

Charlotte sighed.  ‘What does it matter if I go in it while I sleep?’  She sheepishly stared at the pediatrician and smiled.  “Uh, yah.  I forget to tell her sometimes.”

Darcy sighed.  “Sometimes?  You never tell me, dear.  Be truthful with Dr. Taylor, okay?  We’re trying to help you, hun.”

Dr. Taylor nodded.  “That’s right.  I know that it’s not fun for you to have those accidents.”  She glanced back at Darcy.  “So, you have only been using the Goodnites?  Have there been any other incidents besides the ones that you told me?”

Darcy nodded.  “There has been one today.  At the end of the school day, Charlotte’s teacher called me.  She told me that Charlotte had had an accident in the classroom and that she took her to the nurse’s office.  I already had a change of clothes for her, since I was feeling like this was getting worse, and I couldn’t bear the thought of seeing my poor girl in wet clothes all day.”

Dr. Taylor continued taking notes and nodded.  “Keep packing the spare sets of clothes.  I would drop off at least one extra set of clothes per day if her accidents keep persisting.  I would definitely buy more Goodnites for her and…have you considered buying booster pads?”

Darcy shrugged her shoulders.  “Booster pads?”

“Yes!” Dr. Taylor said with an encouraging smile.  “They’re inserts that you can stick inside her Goodnites to make them last longer.  Maybe that would prevent her from wetting the bed.  And if that doesn’t solve the problem, I am sending home with you some other suggestions for you to try if the booster pads are not working.  DO call me if her bladder problems get worse.  I will refer you to a Urologist that I know of that is excellent with children and she can continue to work with you on Charlotte’s problem.”  Dr. Taylor glanced at Charlotte again.  “On a different note, I just reviewed Charlotte’s height and weight.  Do you still have her in a car seat?”

Darcy nodded.  “Yes.  And she argued with me about it this morning.”

Dr. Taylor casually nodded and glanced at both Darcy and Charlotte.  “Charlotte is almost ready for a booster seat.  But her weight is 36 pounds and 7 ounces.  She needs to be exactly 40 pounds before she’s ready for a booster seat.  And with Charlotte being so short at 40 inches, I would say that she’s fine in a car seat for now.  Motivate her with rewards for cooperating with the car seat.  Tell her that she’s almost ready for a booster.  I understand that Charlotte’s size is typical for children half her age, but Charlotte is growing at her own unique pace.  Her 7-year checkup has her at 38 inches, so she already grew almost three inches over the last year.  She also gained five pounds, so she is growing, but slow and steady like the tortoise.  And she’s still running right?”

Darcy nodded.  “Yes.  Charlotte is in the Junior Trailblazers.  She’s been in the group since she joined in the first-grade last year.  She’s still the fastest runner in the group!  She even has her own special running shoes!”

Dr. Taylor nodded.  “I’m sure that Charlotte has a lot of fun running.  Don’t you, Charlotte?”

Charlotte nodded.  “Yahh…”

Dr. Taylor glanced at her notes again. “Oh yeah!  I need to take her temperature!  After that, you can get her clothes back on.”  Dr. Taylor stuck a thermometer in Charlotte’s ear.  The temperature immediately displayed for her to read.  “98.9 degrees.  Perfect.  Well, I’m going to finish things up and get ready for my last appointment of the day.  You can go ahead and get her back into her clothes.  I’ll be back in a couple minutes, okay?”

Darcy nodded and watched Dr. Taylor leave the examination room.  She then helped dress Charlotte into her lavender T-shirt, her waistband jeans, her pink ankle socks, and her already tied Reebok shoes.

Dr. Taylor came back in just as the last shoe was being slipped on Charlotte’s right foot.

“Perfect timing!” Dr. Taylor said with a grin as she held a small stack of papers.  “I have everything printed out for you.  Go ahead and use these suggestions if the booster pads don’t work.  Let me know if her condition gets worse and I’ll refer you to a Urologist.  Don’t get her into a booster seat until she’s at least 40 pounds.  Based on her rate of growth, she should be ready for one sometime next year.  For now, keep her in her car seat and buy more Goodnites and the booster pads.  You may need to have her wear them more often if the problems get worse.”

Darcy nodded.  “Sure!”  She sighed when she glanced at Charlotte.  ‘I am NOT letting my poor baby wear Goodnites to school!  There has to be some other options.  I’ll look at Dr. Taylor’s list.’

Darcy approached the receptionist and began talking to her about billing.

Meanwhile, Charlotte was all distraught about the appointment.  ‘What a waste of time!  All they did was talk about my problems and how to fix them.  For a moment, Charlotte had a lingering sense inside herself that she was actually a lot older than the tiny body that she was trapped in.  ‘Why am I stuck like this?  How did I break free the first time?  Will the wizard help?  Will the fairy help?  I’m trapped in a second grader’s body, forced to relive my childhood!’  Charlotte then felt a tug on her hand as her mother was leading her out of the waiting room of the pediatrician’s office.

Charlotte was once again buckled into her car seat, feeling the sense of entrapment with each of the two buckles that clicked.  CLICK! CLICK!  Her mother then made sure that the shoulder harnesses were snugly adjusted so that they were neither too tight nor too loose around Charlotte’s shoulders.

Charlotte was still not at the point of accepting her car seat, so she began to sulk as her mother drove out of the parking lot.  ‘I am trapped.  I need to solve this mystery soon...’

Charlotte must have dozed off, because she could feel her mother jostling her awake.

“Wake up, hun.  We’re having a quick dinner at McDonald’s and then we’re going home.”

Charlotte gave her a tired smile as she felt her stomach groaning.  “Okay mom.  I’m very hungry!”

Once inside, Darcy ordered a chicken McNuggets Happy Meal for Charlotte and a Big Mac meal for herself

Charlotte began to dunk her chicken McNuggets into the barbeque sauce with one hand while glancing at her Happy Meal toy with the other hand.  It was a miniature red Croc shoe with eyes and a yellow mouth.  It came with a keychain so she could attach it to her backpack.

As Darcy was watching Charlotte eat her Happy Meal, she glanced at the bathroom out of the corner of her eye.  “Char honey?  Do you have to use the bathroom?”

Charlotte felt like she had to pee a little bit, so she nodded.  “Yeah mom.  I’m almost done.  I’ll go after I’m done!”

Charlotte couldn’t believe how filling the Happy Meal was.  After eating the last French fry, she actually felt full.  She drank all of her milk before scurrying off to the bathroom.

“Walk honey!” Darcy reminded Charlotte as she was already halfway to the Women’s bathroom.

Charlotte adjusted her pace and began to walk.  “Sorry mom!”

Darcy followed Charlotte to the bathroom as she had to go herself.  She also wanted to make sure that Charlotte would make it.

Charlotte entered the bathroom stall and peed for what seemed like a while.  She finished up and had trouble reaching the sink to wash her hands.

When Darcy was done, she picked Charlotte up so that she could reach the sink.  Charlotte then finished washing her hands.

After Darcy buckled Charlotte into her car seat again, they were now officially on their way home.

Charlotte began to suck on her grape sucker, but then took it out of her mouth.  She glanced at her mom and sighed.  “Mom?” Charlotte began.  “Um, I’m sorry about being mean to you this morning.  It…It just wasn’t right and I have no excuse to be mean to you.  I…” Charlotte stared down at the floor, desperately trying to find a suitable reason to why she was so mean to her before.  But due to the limitations of her body, Charlotte was drawing a blank, until she thought of her day.  “I have no friends, mom!  Nobody wants to be my friend!”

Darcy sighed.  “Aw Charlotte.  It’s okay, honey.  I forgive you.  Thank you very much for your apology. You’re a sweet little girl.  I’m sure that you’ll make some friends soon.  Especially in your Junior Trailblazers group!  Why don’t you look there?”   Darcy pensively glanced at the rear-view mirror.  “Also honey, you need to respect me and listen to me.  You yelled at me and that’s not very nice. You also threw a fit about being buckled into your car seat.  Now, how about some ice cream the next time we are out?”

Charlotte nodded as she began to fight a yawn.  She bit the remaining remnants of her grape sucker until it was just a bare stick.  “Okay mommy.”

“You just need to be a good sport about letting me buckle you in your car seat.”  Darcy told her.  “Don’t worry, dear.  You should be in a booster sometime next year.”  Darcy could see the eyes of her daughter began to grow more heavy.  “Also, I heard that you had lunch with Renee.  She told me how she wants to get you into Junior Track and run with the fifth graders.  That would put you with the middle schoolers.  That sounds exciting.  She told me how happy you were!”

Charlotte nodded, now looking very tired..  “Yeah mommy.  Very happy…”  Her eyes were once again heavy, with a mixture of happiness and resentment. Happiness because of the possibility of her being in Junior Track.  Resentment because of the car seat that she was still forced to sit in.  Her happiness degraded into pouting and stewing, causing her eyes to flutter quickly before she finally fell asleep.

“Oh Charlotte!  No honey, you did it again!”

Charlotte rubbed her eyes and opened them.  She gasped when she felt the moisture that was spread around her crotch, butt, and part of her legs.  ‘How did this happen?’  Whatever it was, her body was just so comfortable that it refused to wake Charlotte’s bladder up.

Darcy unbuckled Charlotte quickly out of her car seat and inspected the damage.  A pee spot was spread over the area where Charlotte sat.  ‘Well, it’s a good thing the cover is waterproof and washable.’  She removed the cover off the car seat.

Charlotte’s face was filled with shame.  Again.  She peed herself again on the way home while she was sleeping.  Charlotte felt like giving up, but the tiny bit of her adult self reminded her that it just wasn’t an option.

Darcy closed the car door, holding the stack of papers in one hand and Charlotte’s hand in the other, with the pink car seat cover slung around her shoulder.  Something different needed to happen to treat her poor girl.  Something different and effective.

[PamperedPrince]

Chapter 32

Charlotte sat on the couch in the living room, feeling the soft rustling of her already damp Goodnite.  Since Charlotte got home, her mother went to her bedroom with Charlotte and took off Charlotte’s wet clothes.  She wiped her thoroughly with a few Kandoo Kids wipes before dressing her in a Goodnite.  Charlotte still had a couple more hours before bedtime, so she would be placing her in another Goodnite before bed.

As much as Darcy didn’t want to make Charlotte wear Goodnites during the day, she didn’t want to take any chances with it being so close to Charlotte’s bedtime.  It was 6:30, so Charlotte still had a couple of hours before bedtime.  And with all of Charlotte’s accidents, she surely wanted to prevent another one from happening.  Along with Charlotte’s Goodnite, she helped Charlotte dress into a white long-sleeved T-shirt with ruffle sleeve cuffs and a tiered multi-color Gingham skirt, with red at the top layer, yellow in the middle, and blue on the bottom layer.  The main reason for the skirt was so that Darcy could easily check Charlotte’s Goodnite as she intuitively guessed that Charlotte wouldn’t be telling her when she was wet.

Since Charlotte made herself comfortable on the couch watching TV, she had already wet her Goodnite twice.  As Charlotte continued to mindlessly watch her show, a smaller third stream of pee came out without her knowing about it.  It began soaking the areas of the Goodnite that were already wet, causing the moisture to pour into some of the dryer areas around her butt.

Charlotte was flipping through the channels while holding Bobo in her arms.  She was tired of the shows that she usually watched.  She stopped when she saw a scene of a talking dog with a few teenagers.  They were in a haunted house, solving some kind of mystery.  ‘What is this show?’ Charlotte wondered.  ‘The dog can talk, and they’re solving a mystery!”

Darcy walked into the living room to check up on Charlotte.  “What are you watching, sweetie?” Darcy gasped when she saw the show that Charlotte was watching.  “Scooby Doo?  I LOVE that show!  I used to watch it all the time when I was your age.  There’s nothing like a good classic.”

Charlotte nodded.  She was beginning to enjoy the story and all the funny antics that Scooby Doo and a teen named Shaggy went through, along with Velma, Fred, and Daphne.  She especially loved what the adult shouted when the mystery was solved.  “I would’ve gotten away with it too, if it weren’t for you meddling kids!”

Charlotte was so distracted with her new favorite show that she didn’t even realize her mother quickly walking by to check her Goodnite.  She pressed two fingers underneath to feel a bulge in her daughter’s Goodnite.

Darcy sighed.  “Charlotte, that Goodnite is almost soaked already.  We might need to try something else tomorrow.”  Already Darcy could envision Charlotte having another accident.  ‘I better prepare her changes of clothes for the nurse’s office.  She’s going to need one for every day of the week.’

Charlotte really couldn’t hear what her mother was saying as she was still very absorbed in the show that she was watching.  “Uh-huh!  Yeah mom!  Okay…”

Darcy sighed.  “Well dear, bedtime is in one hour.  Here.  I’ll get your cup.”  Darcy grabbed the empty plastic cup from the coffee table that had milk residue all over the inside of the cup.

Charlotte smiled as she changed positions on the couch.  It was then that she felt the soggy cushioning of the Goodnite press against her skin.  ‘How did I get this wet already?  I can’t even remember peeing.  Oh well…’  Satisfied and content, Charlotte continued watching more Scooby Doo.

Darcy came back in an hour to check on Charlotte.  Immediately, she checked Charlotte’s Goodnite which now felt squishy when she pressed her hand over it.  “You are about to leak, honey.  And it’s time for bed anyway.  Get upstairs and take a shower.”

Charlotte saw that the credits of Scooby Doo was rolling.  ‘Perfect timing!’  She stood up and nodded at her mother.  “Okay mommy!”  As she stood and walked, she felt the heavy sag of the Goodnite weighing down between her legs, forcing them apart, resulting in her beginning to waddle upstairs.

Once in her bathroom upstairs, Charlotte removed the Goodnite with little effort, causing the Goodnite to fall beneath her ankles, hitting the tiling in a sloshy thud.

As Charlotte showered, she smiled as she thought of the new show that she found.  ‘That Scooby Doo is great!  And my mom has seen it too!  And…What?  Again?”

Charlotte discovered that she just peed all over her legs after she just scrubbed them with soap.  ‘Well, at least it’s in the shower.’ She thought as she re-scrubbed her legs with another foamy layer of soap.

After Charlotte finished, she wrapped herself in a towel and found her mother standing outside in the hallway.

“All clean?” Darcy asked her daughter.  She made quick glances around Charlotte’s body to make sure that there wasn’t anything that she missed.  “Good job, Charlie Darlie.  Now, let’s go into your room and get ready for bed.”

Charlotte nodded and entered her bedroom with her mother.

To Charlotte’s surprise, her room looked completely different.  The walls of her room were covered in pink pastels, reflecting the color scheme appropriate for Charlotte’s current age of seven (going on eight).  The pink pastels were contrasted by the bold white paneling that outlined the windows and the white baseboards that ran around the perimeter of the room.  Instead of her queen size bed, she now had a much smaller bed.  As small as it was, it was still very roomy for a petite girl like Charlotte.  The small bed had a My Little Pony Friendship is Magic comforter, which featured all her favorite ponies from Equestria: Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, Twilight Sparkle and Rarity.  Both Twilight Sparkle and Pinkie Pie greeted her on her pillow.

In addition to her bed, Charlotte noticed a small pile of stuffed animals sitting against the wall with a Barbie dollhouse right next to it.  Two Barbies were laying next to the dollhouse, with a Ken doll laying nearby them.

A much smaller table replaced Charlotte’s desk area, with a small stack of coloring books.  The table was a soft pink color, and it featured a Blue sticker from Blue’s Clues sitting on the top.  Various other stickers adorned Charlotte’s table, along with new sheets of stickers that Charlotte did not use yet.  There were even other empty coloring books where Charlotte attempted to draw her dolls wearing different clothes.  A Calico Cat Squishmallow sat on top of her table next to a closed box of Crayola Crayons.  Closed cases of markers sat next to the crayons, with one set being gel markers.

Charlotte watched her mother open up the top drawer of her dresser, which was now filled to the brim with Goodnites.  ‘If those are where my Goodnites are, where’s my panties?’  Charlotte approached her mother and tapped her leg.  “Um, mom?  Where’s my panties?”

Darcy smiled.  “They’re one drawer down, honey.  I had to move them there since your accidents started happening.  Now Charlotte, for tomorrow, you’re going to have a change of clothes every day at school.  So if you have an accident, just talk to Miss Willoughby.  She will have you go right to the nurse’s office, and they’ll clean you up and get you changed into some dry clothes.  How does that sound?”

Charlotte shrugged her shoulders.  She didn’t like wet clothes, so this was good for her.  “It sounds good, mommy.”

Darcy nodded and glanced at Charlotte as she pulled a Goodnite out of the top drawer.  She tugged it open and pointed to Charlotte.  “Feet in honey.”

Charlotte nodded, stepping into the first hole with her left leg and the second hole with her right leg.  Her mother then pulled the Goodnite up her legs until it was snugly around her waist and crotch.

Darcy opened up Charlotte’s pajama drawer and got out a Carter’s pink footed sleeper with white polka dots.  An image of a monkey squinting and smiling in a skirt holding a light green balloon was sewn onto the right side of the sleeper, making Darcy marvel at the cuteness of her selection.  The snap button safety flap was over the top of the zipper to prevent Charlotte’s neck from getting cut from the teeth of the zipper.

Charlotte smiled when she saw the pajamas that her mother picked out for her.  If Charlotte had more of her adult mind within her, she would’ve fiercely resisted wearing pajamas like that.  But now, it just didn’t matter to Charlotte.  ‘Wow!  There’s a monkey holding a balloon! And she’s in a fuchsia top with a mint green and white striped skirt!  And she’s in yellow slippers!  Or are they bananas?’  Charlotte couldn’t tell whether the monkey girl on the footed sleeper was standing on bananas or in yellow slippers.  “I like monkeys!” Charlotte exclaimed.

Darcy smiled and found a stuffed monkey in her pile of stuffed animals.  “I know you do, sweetie.  That’s why I picked it out.  How about you sleep with your monkey friend tonight?”

“Bimpy!” Charlotte shouted as she clutched the stuffed monkey in her arms.

Darcy took Charlotte’s stuffed friend and glanced at the sleeper that she was still holding.  “Hold on, Charlie. Let’s get you into your pajamas first.” Darcy unsnapped the safety flap and unzipped the sleeper until it was towards the bottom of the legs.  She then helped Charlotte step into both feet of the sleeper.  She then guided both of Charlotte’s arms through the sleeves before she zipped the sleeper all the way up.  Finally, she snapped the safety flap at the collar over the zipper.  “There.  Snug as a bug, honey.”

Charlotte eagerly grabbed Bimpy back from her mother and gave it a tight hug.  Charlotte loved her stuffed monkey, but she still loved Bobo the most.

Darcy glanced at Charlotte’s dresser and back at Charlotte.  ‘I better pick out Charlotte’s clothes for her while I’m at it.’  She found a mint green Moana T-shirt and denim elastic jeans with white bows tied around the bottom of the legs.  On top of that, she placed a pair of white panties with a pink waistband and pink leg openings on top, with a pair of pink ankle socks.  “There.  Your outfit is picked out for tomorrow, dear.”

Charlotte nodded as she continued to cuddle her stuffed monkey.  “Okay mommy!”

Darcy took Charlotte to her bed, and she crawled into it.  She pulled the covers over Charlotte, snugly tucking her daughter in before kissing her on the forehead.  “Sleep well, honey.  I love you!”

“I love you too, mom!” Charlotte said, as she made herself comfortable in her bed.  She could see all of her favorite ponies staring at her.

Darcy turned the light off and left the bedroom.

Charlotte laid there, feeling for just a moment that something was not right.  But how?  ‘I’m in my Goodnite so I don’t have to worry about accidents!  How could something be wrong?’

But that thought that tried to invade Charlotte was the Charlotte that was desperately trying to return to reality.  The Charlotte that knew that she was trapped inside that little body that was now so easily distracted by the simplest of things.  That Charlotte was appalled at how short her attention span was.  ‘What’s going on?  Why am I feeling this way?  I’m seven years old!’  Somehow, Charlotte immediately knew that was a lie.  ‘No.  I can’t be seven!  Can I?’  At this point, Charlotte knew that her notebook was the very glue that held her past together.  She got out of bed and unzipped her backpack.  The faint glow from the moon peering into her window was just enough light for her to still see the pages inside her notebook.  She flipped the pages to see the truth staring right at her.  ‘I am…29.  Yeah.  How could I almost forget?’  Charlotte was scared at just how easy her mind was letting go of the truth that she almost rejected.  Here she was. An adult woman trapped in a petite seven-year-old being tossed around by every distraction typical for a girl that age.  And those pajamas!  ‘These are toddler pajamas! How could I have let my mom dress me in this?’

Charlotte zipped the notebook back into her backpack and got back into her bed.  Then it hit her.  ‘Oh no!  I forgot to read The Ringmaster Chronicles! I need to do this to find the wizard or fairy that will get me back to normal.  But I need to figure out who cast this spell on me.  One of them will know!’

But Charlotte couldn’t muster the energy to read The Ringmaster Chronicles.  Bimpy, her stuffed chimp, was calling her back to her bed and she was right there, squeezing her stuffed friend.

Then Charlotte’s mind returned to her predicament.  Her adult thoughts of disgust began to fill her mind.  ‘How could I have been so complacent?  This is not my life!  This was my life.  I’m an adult now.  Get it together, Charlotte!’

Then something that felt like an answer entered Charlotte’s mind.  It sounded like her mother speaking to her.  Even though it felt like a while, she could still remember every word:

“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.”

Was this it?  Charlotte was too tired to debate with herself any longer.  She smiled and chose her mother’s answer.  “Every obstacle…” Charlotte said with a yawn as her eyelids grew heavy.  “Accept all of it…”

So Charlotte did, and she felt a warmth and peace come over her.  And as Charlotte began to fall asleep, a stream of pee began to escape her into her Goodnite.  It flowed into the core, and the thirsty Goodnite drank all of it, causing it to swell and expand.  Charlotte was fast asleep, with the pee still flowing into every crevice of the Goodnite.

As Charlotte slept that night, she continued to pee during various parts of the night.  A couple of them were big streams while the rest were just small trickles.  At this point, the core was so full that it began to fill the back of her Goodnite, tickling her butt as the moisture spread upward.  Despite all this, none of it was enough to rouse Charlotte awake.

***

“Rise and shine, sweetie.”

Charlotte could feel her mother’s gentle touch on her arm, causing Charlotte to stir.

Darcy pulled back the covers and could immediately see the larger bulge around the crotch area of Charlotte’s pajamas.  She felt through the polyester and could hear the plastic rustling from the Goodnite.  “Charlotte, that Goodnite is completely soaked.  It looks like we’ll have to try the boosters tonight.  You can’t have another wet bed.”

Charlotte could hear the jostling and sloshing of her Goodnite as she sat up.  It was not just soaked.  She could feel her groin swimming in it.  To Charlotte, it felt like having a water balloon strapped below her waist.  But she could feel the gush of moisture as she sat down.

Darcy had Charlotte stand up while she unzipped her footed sleeper, which was still dry.  That’s when she saw the soggy Goodnite that was heavily bulging.  “It’s completely soaked, dear.  We need to get that off you and get you cleaned up.”  Darcy removed the Goodnite and glanced at the inside of it.  It was heavily yellowed and filled from front to back.  She took some Kandoo wipes and began to vigorously wipe Charlotte.  She even had to wipe some of her back since she soaked the Goodnite so bad.  She held the small pile of used Kandoo wipes in her hand.  “I’m going to your bathroom to flush these, Charlie.  Go get dressed.”

Charlotte nodded and glanced at the clothes that her mother had picked out for her the night before.  She put on her green Moana T-shirt, followed by her white and pink panties.  Her elastic denim jean pants were next, followed by her pink ankle socks.  She was putting on the last sock just as her mother entered the room.  “All dressed, mom!”

Darcy smiled.  “Good job, honey.  Now let’s go downstairs for another quick breakfast.”

Breakfast was the same as yesterday.  Charlotte enjoyed the protein and vitamin rich chocolate milk of the Carnation Breakfast Essentials, along with her slice of buttered toast.  Like yesterday, she could only find one word in the word search today.  ‘My are these hard!’ Charlotte thought.  ‘Didn’t I used to do all the words the fastest?  But these are so hard now!’

Charlotte gave her mother no fuss this time when she was buckled into her car seat.  This time, Charlotte smiled as she felt the soft cushioning around her body.  ‘This actually feels nice.  It’s so comfy…”  This time, Charlotte felt safe in her car seat.  Safe and comfortable.

Darcy gave Charlotte a curious glance.  “So, are you going to read your early birthday gift?  You wanted both The Ringmaster Chronicles and The Raidemirillion, right?  I kept reminding you that those books have a lot of hard words in them, honey.  But you insisted.”

Charlotte nodded.  “Yes mom.  Those books are a good source of information, and they will help me enhance my vocabulary.  It’s better variety than those second-grade stories that I’m reading.”

Darcy’s jaw dropped.  “Sweetie, those are a lot of advanced words that you know.  Information?  Enhance?  Vocabulary? Variety?” She smiled as she reflected on her decision to send Charlotte to Langford Elementary and how it was a good choice.  ‘That Miss Willoughby must have given her those hard words to learn.  She just learned Tuxedo, Around, and Between the other day.  This Langford school system is really going to prepare her for the future.’  She smiled, very proud of her daughter.  “So you’re using those books to learn hard words honey?  That’s great!”

“There’s also Midgys, Elves, Wizards, Dwarfs, and a powerful ring in the story!” Charlotte said with a smile.

Darcy nodded.  “That’s nice.  If you get stuck, have someone read it to you, okay?  It sounds like a fun story dear.”

But Charlotte already knew the story by heart.  Although she lost most of her memories of being older, her memories from The Ringmaster Chronicles and The Raidemirillion were still fresh in her mind.

Unlike yesterday, Charlotte smiled when the 4Runner approached Langford Elementary.  ‘I’m ready,’ Charlotte grinned as the car crested into the drop-off lane.  ‘I’m ready to learn.  I’m ready for fun!’

“So you’re going to mind today, Charlotte?” Darcy asked as she put the 4Runner into park.  But from the smile on her daughter’s face, she already knew the answer to that.  “You look like a happy girl this morning.  I’m going to guess that’s a yes.”

Charlotte nodded, squirming eagerly in her car seat to escape.

Darcy unbuckled Charlotte’s car seat and kissed her on the forehead.  “Have a good day, sweetie.  I have another gig so I’ll be picking you up after school.  But first, I need to take care of your change of clothes.”

Darcy watched Charlotte as she walked down the sidewalk as she got back into her car, placed it into drive and found a nearby parking spot.  She then parked it and turned off her 4Runner.  She gathered all the plastic bags filled with changes of clothes for today and tomorrow and brought them into the school.

Charlotte was already approaching the entrance to the school.  She knew exactly where to go, so she headed towards the younger wing to find Miss Willoughby’s 2^nd Grade classroom towards the end.

That morning, Charlotte felt comfortable and at home in Miss Willoughby’s class.  When Miss Willoughby began the story problem in math, Charlotte was very quick to raise her hand and answer it.

“Eight bananas!” Charlotte answered proudly.

Miss Willoughby smiled.  “That’s correct, Charlotte.  You must really like bananas.  Am I right?”

This made the whole class laugh.  Charlotte too laughed at Miss Willoughby’s joke.

After math was a book filled with exercises that Charlotte had to complete.  She worked on that for a while before it was time for the next subject.

But before this even happened, Charlotte could feel a strong need to pee.  Charlotte raised her hand.

“Yes Charlotte?” Miss Willoughby asked her.

“I have to go to the bathroom!” Charlotte shouted.

“Go Charlotte!” Miss Willoughby quickly uttered, already knowing the severity of Charlotte’s situation from yesterday’s incident.

Charlotte hurried to the girl’s bathroom and found a nearby stall.  She made it just in time. ‘Phew!  That was close!’

But when Charlotte glanced down at her panties, she saw a few drops of pee on them.  ‘Almost!  Well, it’s not enough to go to the nurse’s office.’  She pulled her panties back up along with her elastic denim jeans.

After finishing in the bathroom, Charlotte returned to class, where Miss Willoughby gave Charlotte the next set of instructions.

Charlotte and the whole class had to write a brief story on anything that they wanted.  Charlotte smiled as she got out her SUPER SLEUTH CHARLOTTE’S MYSTERY NOTEBOOK.  From casually studying her notebook, Charlotte was able to write an excellent story.  She decided to make Chloe her main character and she began writing her story:

 

Once upon a time, there was a sevin year old girl named Chloe.  Now Chloe loved Barbies and Barbie dreemhouses and she maid it a goal two be just like Barbie sumday.

So Chloe gru and she gru and she gru until she was 29 years old.  From all that gruing, Chloe was now a famus soopermodil and was just like Barbie.  She lived in a big house and drived in a very nice car.  She was so prowd and happy that she wantd too vissit her mommy for a while so she did.

Now Chloe reallee loved two run so her mommy suprised her wif a specsell pressant   A brand new pier of runing shoes.  Chloe tryed on the shoes and was very happy.  She ran with the shoes for a wile.

Weeks later, Chloe startd two get smaler.  She shrinkd and she shrinkd and she shrinkd until she was only seven years old.  When Chloe was shrinkin, no body beeleeved her.  Not even her mommy.

That’s when Chloe got hersef an idea.  I will look for a powerfell fairee two turn me back to nomal Chloe sed.

But Chloe didnt no where two find the fairee so she became a super slooth and began her investeegashin.  She red a book that was about a fairee so she new where to find her.

Chloe in her bedrom that nite had to wish on a star to summin the fairee.  Chloe wished very hard and the fairee apaired

Chloe was sad and said to the fairee I am not sevin I am 29 and I want two be my nomal age again can you please change me back.

The fairee sed two Chloe you need two find the inchanted obbjict and I will grant you one wish.  It is a spesell necklelis wif a specsell ston.

Okay Chloe told the fairee.

The next day, Chloe fownd the necklelis in her clawset and waited until bedtime two wish on the star two summin the fairee agin.

Chloe gave the fairee the necklelis and the fairee was very happy.  Okay Chloe I will grant you one wish the fairee sed.

Chloe wishd that she was 29 years old agin and the fairee grantid her wish.

Chloe gru and she gru and she gru until she was 29 years old again.  Like the Barbies that she use two play with, she got two liv in her big and butiful dreemhouse and drive her nice car agin.  And Chloe lived hapily ever after.

The End

 

“Okay everyone!” Miss Willoughby announced as the bell rang.  “Put your pens down.  It’s time for lunch.  Don’t forget to write your names at the top of your story as you will all be working on them tomorrow.”  Charlotte glanced at the different selection of pens that she could choose from and decided on a pink pen.  She very carefully wrote “Charlotte” on the top of the page, making sure that the stroke of every letter was neat and readable.  And for extra cute points, she decided to add a heart at the top of her name.  ‘I’m sure that Miss Willoughby will love my story!’ Charlotte thought.

The rest of the students had already handed in their story, while Charlotte was still standing there holding hers.

Charlotte approached Miss Willoughby with her story, very proud of what she had written.  “Here’s my story Miss Willo!”

Miss Willoughby nodded as she grabbed the paper from Charlotte but gasped as she gave her a careful glance.  “Dearie, I think that you need to head to the nurse’s office again.”

Charlotte glanced down to notice a wet spot that was all over the width of her crotch.  “Oh no!” Charlotte said with a sigh.  “I didn’t know that I had to go, Miss Willo!  Really I didn’t!”

Miss Willoughby nodded.  “It’s okay, Charlotte.  Accidents happen.  Just go to the nurse’s office and get into your other clothes.”  Miss Wiloughby glanced at the chair that was by Charlotte’s desk to notice a sizeable puddle of pee sitting all over the seat.  ‘I’ll have to clean this up before class resumes.’ She thought.  ‘Poor girl…’

Charlotte cried all the way to the nurse’s office, doing her best to not let anyone notice the wet spot that was all over the crotch of her jeans.  By the time she was in the office, her cheeks were all red and puffy.

When Brenda saw Charlotte stand there, she immediately knew what was going on.  “Another accident?” Brenda said in a compassionate voice.  “Oh no…You poor girl.  Let’s get you cleaned up and you can have a nice lunch, okay?”

Charlotte was hungry so she hurried back with Brenda, where she quickly removed her shoes, socks, damp jeans, sopping wet panties, and her green Moana shirt.  After a few Kandoo wipes, Brenda helped Charlotte change into a white T-shirt with pink floral prints on the front.  This was followed by white and pink panties and a pair of pink elastic denim jeans.

“There!” Brenda said with a smile.  “That didn’t take too long!”  Brenda took Charlotte’s wet clothes and placed them in the empty plastic bag that her change of clothes was in.  “Give that to your teacher.  She’ll give it back to you at the end of the day.  Make sure your mom gets it!”

Charlotte nodded.  “Okay!” she said, feeling the hunger build up inside her stomach.

Charlotte hurried into the lunchroom, grabbing her tray that was filled with spaghetti, a small garlic breadstick, some diced pineapple, and a scoop of chocolate pudding.  She grabbed regular milk because of the chocolate pudding and looked for a table to sit down at.

Charlotte wanted to just sit by herself, but she could remember what Renee told her.  ‘I can do this,” Charlotte told herself as she looked for a spot to sit down at.

Charlotte found a group of girls that she recognized from her class all sitting together and chatting.  Although she wasn’t invited, Charlotte sat down in the one vacant spot near a girl that had brown hair.

She could overhear the conversation that the girls were having and felt that it was best for her to stay quiet.  They kept pointing to the brown-haired girl that sat next to Charlotte, calling her Gabrielle.

“Well I want to!” Gabrielle said boldly to the other girls.  “The Ringmaster Chronicles is a fun book, and I have seen all the movies.  My older sister won’t let me read the book so I’m going to take it from her when she’s not looking!”

“Oooh!” One of the girls teased.  “What if she sees you stealing it?  She’s going to tell on you!”

“Yeah!” Another girl added.  “My mom already told me that I’m not allowed to read any of those books.  So why bother?”

“Yahhh!” One of the girls agreed.  “Just don’t go through with it, Gabby!”

“Well I think that Gabby should!” Charlotte said boldly.  “The Ringmaster Chronicles is such a wonderful series.  I have read The Midgy and all three books and even started on The Raidemirillion because of the new Netflix series.”

Gabrielle gasped.  “You mean you saw The Ringmaster Chronicles: The First Age?  You’re so lucky!  My sister could watch the show, but I wasn’t allowed to!”

“I saw the first episode!” Charlotte said with a smile.  “It’s totally worth seeing if you can watch it.”

“What?” One of the girls frowned.  “And get in trouble? No way!”

“Nuh-uh!” Another girl added.  “I don’t wanna get grounded.  So you actually read those books?  Wait…What’s your name?  Aren’t you in our class?”

Charlotte nodded.  “Yeah.  My name is Charlotte.  But you can call me Char or Charlie!”

One of the girls held out her hand.  “Beth.”

“Lisa,” Another girl said, holding out her hand.

“And I know you,” Charlotte told the brown-haired girl sitting next to her.  “You’re Gabrielle!”

“Yup!” Gabrielle said with a smile.  “Gabrielle, Gabby, Gabs, Gabster, it doesn’t really matter.  But…” She gave Charlotte a wanting stare.  “Can you please lend me The Ringmaster Chronicles and The Raidemirillion? Now that you have it, I won’t have to steal it from my sister!”

Charlotte nodded.  “Go ahead and borrow The Ringmaster Chronicles. I’m not done with The Raidemirillion yet.  I’ll give it to you at the end of the day.”

“Nice!” Gabrielle said with a smile.  “Nice to meet you, Charlotte!  Or should I say Charlie!”

Charlotte smiled. “Either one will do!”

All the girls continued laughing and continued their conversation.  But Gabrielle and Charlotte began a conversation of their own, talking about The Ringmaster Chronicles.

While Charlotte didn’t have to pee that much, she didn’t want to risk getting her other set of clothes wet.  So she made her way to the bathroom before returning to Miss Willoughby’s class.

Charlotte was letting out a sigh of relief when she saw that it was the end of the school day.  She hated learning about history.  ‘So this date and that date?’ Charlotte thought, making futile attempts to write down any decent notes.  ‘NO!  She’s going too fast!  Can we just get to the next class already?’

In science, Charlotte learned a big word called photosynthesis.  But she found the rest of the details to be boring. ‘There’s too many things to remember.  I can’t keep up…’

Charlotte almost cried when she saw that she got almost every answer wrong on a worksheet.  “How?”  Charlotte said aloud in frustration.

Miss Willoughby saw Charlotte’s frustration and sat next to her.  To make Charlotte feel better, they went through every question that she got wrong together, and by the end of the worksheet, Charlotte began to understand everything a lot better.

“I’ll even let you repeat that worksheet,” Miss Willoughby told Charlotte.  “I’ll give you the same one to take home with you.  Bring it back with you tomorrow and I’ll use that one if you got more answers right.”

“Thank you!” Charlotte shouted.  “You’re the best!”

Charlotte remembered to give Gabrielle The Ringmaster Chronicles before she left for the day.  Gabrielle ended up putting it in her desk, telling her that “My mom can’t find out”.

With it being the end of the day, Charlotte left the classroom with the plastic bag of her wet clothes that Miss Willoughby held onto for Charlotte.  Charlotte retreated to the library where she saw Mr. Harvey smiling at Charlotte as she passed him.

Charlotte continued reading The Raidemirillion, but got frustrated when she came across several words that she did not understand.  ‘So many words to look up.  So…tired…’  Charlotte decided to close The Raidemirillion and decided to try another day.  It was her only hope in being able to find where the fairy was!

About a half hour later, she heard a familiar voice.

“Charlotte!  It’s time to go home honey!”

Charlotte smiled. The day was finally over.  It was now time to go home.

[Night Rain]

Charlotte deserves to have a special fun filled day without any problems.

[PamperedPrince]

Everyone, I know that it's been a little while but I have been busy with work and preparing for Christmas with the family.  With a lot of these things done, I'll be able to continue on Chapter 33.  Hang in there, everyone.  I should have a new chapter up soonish.  😀

[Dirty Boy]

These days i suffered an injury to my leg, which forced me to stay home for a few days. I read several stories, i also started this one, i must say it is very cute. In fact, the smaller Charlotte becomes, the less freedom of action she has to solve the problem, among other things, becoming smaller also her brain adapts to the new age.

I wouldn't mind a magical regression to adolescence at all, this time i would enjoy it. Even though i wouldn't appreciate having bladder problems at all, and i wouldn't appreciate becoming too small, i would happily stop between 15 and 20 years old.

[dmavn]

On 11/4/2024 at 3:10 PM, PamperedPrince said:

But now she couldn’t believe the Depends that were now in her luggage.  How did those get there?  She could never remember packing them.  Not ever.

I know, That’s flat out disgusting. of all the brands she could pic it’s depend? Especially when she has money…

[PamperedPrince]

On 12/23/2024 at 3:16 PM, Dirty Boy said:

These days i suffered an injury to my leg, which forced me to stay home for a few days. I read several stories, i also started this one, i must say it is very cute. In fact, the smaller Charlotte becomes, the less freedom of action she has to solve the problem, among other things, becoming smaller also her brain adapts to the new age.

I wouldn't mind a magical regression to adolescence at all, this time i would enjoy it. Even though i wouldn't appreciate having bladder problems at all, and i wouldn't appreciate becoming too small, i would happily stop between 15 and 20 years old.

Thank you for your feedback!  Yes.  Charlotte's brain does adapt as she gets younger.  But as you notice, her inner self is well aware of these changes and tries to remind her physical self, creating a sense of urgency to "solve the mystery".

Yes.  It would be fun to regress to a younger age.  But if your wish was granted, you wouldn't want it to go beyond 15 to 20 years like Charlotte... 😀

On 12/24/2024 at 2:00 PM, dmavn said:

I know, That’s flat out disgusting. of all the brands she could pic it’s depend? Especially when she has money…

I like to think of it as Charlotte's ignorance of what brands would be the best to handle her incontinence.  That, and a rather messy reality shift... 😀

 

Everyone, I am finally able to get back to this story.  Christmas is done.  New Years is done.  It should now be back to the normal schedule.  While I can't guarantee a new chapter right away, look for one in the not so distant future... 😀

[Dirty Boy]

Great news, we'll see if poor Charlotte can figure out that it's her shoes that are causing her problems  

[PamperedPrince]

On 1/3/2025 at 6:59 AM, Dirty Boy said:

Great news, we'll see if poor Charlotte can figure out that it's her shoes that are causing her problems  

Maybe...  😀

 

Chapter 33

Charlotte sat in her car seat, feeling nothing but mixed feelings in her mind.  She didn’t know what to make of her exchange with the girls at the cafeteria today.  While Beth and Lisa really didn’t care to talk with Charlotte, Gabrielle seemed very interested once she talked about The Ringmaster Chronicles.  But Charlotte didn’t know if Gabrielle was only using the friendship to benefit from getting the book from her.  Afterall, she needed the same book to find the fairy that would restore her back to normal.  ‘Was today a success or a failure?’ Charlotte just didn’t know.

Darcy pensively stared at the rearview mirror, granting her a good gaze of her daughter who was silently sitting in her car seat, staring seemingly into nowhere.  It was only a couple of minutes since she pulled out of the elementary school.  She already noticed that Charlotte was in a different outfit and she knew what to expect when Charlotte handed her a plastic bag.  But that news could wait, as she wanted to hear everything from Charlotte herself.  “So how was your day, sweetie?” Darcy said, finally breaking the silence.

Charlotte’s face reddened as she attempted to explain what she considered to be the more positive aspects of her day.  “I wrote a wonderful story, mommy!” Charlotte gushed.  “It was about a girl that solved a mystery ‘cause she somehow got younger and she wanted to get older.  And…” Charlotte’s face glowed.  “And…At lunch, mommy, I sat next to some girls.  I wanted to make friends with them and…” Charlotte sighed.  “I tried.  One of them wanted to talk to me. Her name is Gabrielle!”  Charlotte’s face grew sad again.  “But I don’t know if she likes me, mommy…”

Darcy sighed as she saw Charlotte’s sad face.  It hurt her to see Charlotte not happy.  “Well at least you tried, dear.” Darcy said with a smile.  “And that Gabrielle sounds like she would be a good friend, honey.  Just keep trying.  I know that you’ll be good friends with her soon…”  Darcy carefully glanced at the white and pink floral T-shirt with the pink elastic jeans.  “Honey, I would like to talk about something else.  Please don’t get upset with me.  Miss Willoughby called me during lunchtime.  She told me that you had another accident during the story writing.  Now, I’m sure that you don’t like having those accidents in class, dear.  So this weekend, I’m going to think of something to solve the problem, okay?”

Charlotte nodded, her face red with embarrassment from her mom talking about her accident. ‘I just hope that my mommy doesn’t put me in Pull Ups! I am NOT a baby!’

That night, Charlotte was eating her dinner of mini corn dogs, macaroni and cheese, and green beans.  While Charlotte didn’t like green beans, her mother promised her dessert if she could eat them all.

Darcy was on her cellphone while Charlotte was eating.  “Yes Darlene.  I’m looking forward to tomorrow.  Don’t you think it will be fun for Heather and Allison?  Yes.  I think that Charlotte will have fun over there too.  We’re still working on her *whisper* bladder problem.  So you’re worried about her having another accident over there? Yeah.  I have plenty of extras so if you are so concerned.  So Heather is still having problems with potty training?  Then Charlotte should wear so that Heather doesn’t feel left out.”  Darcy smiled as she walked out of the room, not wanting Charlotte to hear the rest of the conversation.

As for the earlier parts, Charlotte really wasn’t paying attention anyway as she was focusing on consuming her arch nemesis: the green beans.  Charlotte sighed as she boldly shoved the green beans into her mouth, chewing on the unsavory vegetables before swallowing.  One spoon.  Two spoons.  Three spoons.  After swallowing what seemed like the seventh spoonful, Charlotte delivered the finishing blow.  The green menace was gone.

Charlotte got up from the table but was quickly distracted by the word search from the newspaper that was sitting nearby toward the end of the table.  She tried to find a new word but gave up searching after a couple of minutes.  ‘Why are these so hard now?’ Charlotte sighed.  ‘They used to be so easy!’

Charlotte towards the living room to where her mother was still on the phone.  “M-mom?  Mommy?”

Darcy glanced at Charlotte and sighed.  “Charlotte honey, can it wait? I’m on the phone with your Aunt Darlene!  Oh, it’s just Charlotte.  It looks like she wants something.  She’s probably finished with her dinner.”

Charlotte glanced at her mother with a wanting look.  “Mommy!”

Darcy sighed.  “Just a moment, Darlene.”  Darcy frowned and glanced at Charlotte.  “What do you have to tell me that’s so important that you have to interrupt mommy while she’s on the phone?  What is it, dear?”

“I finished my green beans!” Charlotte said proudly.  “You said that I could have dessert if I could finish them!”

Darcy nodded matter of factly.  “I did, dear.  Let me get you that.  I’m almost done talking to your Aunt Darlene, dear.  Oh.  Yes.  Charlotte just finished her green beans!  I told her that if she ate her vegetables, she could have dessert.  Oh!  You’re doing the same thing with Heather?  It’s not working?  Maybe Charlotte can encourage her.  Okay.  I’m going to get Charlie her dessert now.”

Darcy continued talking with Darlene, while she opened up the cupboard in the kitchen to pull out two Oreo Cookies.  She handed them to Charlotte and smiled.  “Here you go, honey.  Mommy’s going to finish talking to your auntie, okay?  Yes.  I think that it’s a great idea that you take them to a restaurant!  Charlotte hasn’t been to one in a while.  I think that it will be fun for her!  So I’m guessing that your worried about…”

Charlotte could hear the conversation fade out as her mother walked out of the kitchen towards the living room.  Charlotte held her two chocolatey prizes in her hands and began devouring them one at a time.  Her mouth dug into the Oreo, crunching it up into sweet pieces of chocolate and sweet cream.  This resulted in her getting Oreo crumbs all over her lips.  And she still had one Oreo left to go. The second Oreo produced the same kind of mess.  Charlotte smiled and drank the rest of her milk.

Darcy came back into the living room and inspected Charlotte’s face.  “Charlotte, you got Oreo all over your face, honey.  Here.  Let mommy wipe your face off.”

Charlotte waited while her mother took a damp washcloth and carefully wiped her lips clean.

Darcy then smiled.  “How would you like to watch some TV with me tonight with some Swiss Miss?”

Charlotte gasped.  ‘Swiss Miss?!  I LOVE Swiss Miss!  Doesn’t mom know that this is a weeknight?’  Charlotte smiled.  “Yes mommy! I would love that very much!”

Darcy grinned.  “Monica told me about how you drank tea with her.  But I’m not much of a tea fan, hun.  I do love hot chocolate though.  Now, I need you to get upstairs and get ready for bed.  And mommy will have a nice hot cup of Swiss Miss waiting for you.”

“Hot chocolate!” Charlotte shouted as she began to rapidly pace towards the stairs.

Charlotte entered the bathroom and sighed when she saw her toothbrush.  She once again had to step on her tiptoes just to reach her toothbrush.  She was still not used to the toothbrush being almost out of reach.  She frustratingly squirted a glob of toothpaste on her toothbrush and began brushing, forming a large amount of foam in her mouth, which began to drip down from her chin into the sink.  Charlotte rinsed and finished brushing her teeth. 

She then went to her room and changed out of her clothes for the day.  She opened the drawer and pulled out a fresh Goodnite.  She smiled as she held the Goodnite in her hand, seeing Moana smile as if it indicated approval.   She stepped into the Goodnite, pulling it up her ankles and thighs until it was snug around her waist and crotch.  For a split second, she felt mortified at the very thought of wearing one.  Charlotte didn’t know where that thought came from, but she immediately dismissed it.  ‘They help me stay dry at night.’ Charlotte reasoned in her mind.  ‘It’s one less thing to worry about.  I can solve the mystery!’  Charlotte put on a pink nightgown before leaving her bedroom to enjoy her mother’s treat of hot chocolate.

Charlotte walked by the bathroom, suddenly realizing that she had to pee.  But instead of entering, she remembered the Goodnite that she was wearing.  ‘They’re for when I’m in bed.’ Charlotte thought.  ‘I’ll be in my mom’s bed so it will be okay.’

Charlotte could already smell the sweet aroma of the hot chocolate before she even entered her mom’s bedroom.  It was Swiss Miss.  ‘My favorite!’  Charlotte thought as she grinned, already imagining the delicious hot drink in her stomach.

Darcy caught a glimpse of Charlotte entering the room and patted a spot on the bed for her to lay down.  ‘Surely she used the bathroom.’ Darcy hopefully thought, as she didn’t want to embarrass or discourage her daughter.  As Charlotte lunged herself onto the bed in an energetic thrust, Darcy quickly swept her hand over her daughter’s butt without her noticing as a way of checking her since she was uncertain that Charlotte would remember to do this herself.  ‘Good.  She remembered to put a Goodnite on.  I hope that she has a dry night for once.’

Charlotte was already peeing a little bit into her Goodnite as she settled into her mother’s bed, eagerly awaiting the hot chocolate.  “Mommy, can I have the hot chocolate?” Charlotte pleaded.

Darcy laughed as she saw the innocent enthusiasm in her voice.  “Sure sweetie,” she said with a smile as she walked over to the nightstand to fetch the two mugs filled with hot chocolate.  “But I need you to sit up as I don’t want you spilling any of this in mommy’s bed.  If you do, we are not having hot chocolate again.”

Charlotte nodded intently as she was determined to have this fun treat again.  Another small stream of pee began to fill her thirsty Goodnite, which quickly drank it up, swelling the Goodnite up just slightly.  She could now feel her mother placing the hot mug in her right hand.  Charlotte carefully used her left hand to steady the mug, as she didn’t want a single drop of hot chocolate in her mother’s bed.  Before she could even sip anything, her mother tapped her on her shoulder.

“Sweetie, what do you want to watch tonight?” Darcy asked her.  “You only get one show, and then it’s bedtime.  What sounds good tonight, dear?”

Charlotte smiled.  ‘One show?  Oh boy!’  For some reason, Charlotte deeply craved My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.  “I wanna watch Pinkie Pie!” Charlotte blurted out.

“You mean My Little Pony?” Darcy corrected her.  “You can pick one episode.  Whichever one you want.”

Darcy held Charlotte’s mug while she chose an episode.  She decided on one of her favorite episodes.  Even though it seemed like Darcy has seen this one a dozen times with her, she decided to let her watch it again.

Charlotte happily sat up, sipping her mug as she watched all her favorite pony friends go on an adventure around Equestria.  It didn’t even take five minutes before her mug was completely empty.  Charlotte smiled and licked her lips, tasting the delicious hot chocolate that was now on its way to her stomach.  She rolled over, squinting her eyes as she leaned against her mother’s side.

Darcy could feel the soft padding of Charlotte’s butt against her side as her daughter continued to shuffle, her butt now pressing a little bit on her stomach.

Meanwhile, Charlotte was missing bits and pieces of her show as she began to fall asleep, before waking up a few minutes later.  Charlotte didn’t know if it was her imagination, but she felt like her Goodnite was getting wetter and wetter with each time that she woke up.  ‘What?  How did I just go?’ Charlotte thought in frustration.  ‘But they’re for bedtime.  I don’t need to worry about going to the bathroom tonight.  This is a special night…’  Charlotte then noticed a funny moment of the show, where she felt a warm surprise.  ‘Whoa!  That kind of tickled.  Did I laugh too hard?  But it’s okay. I’m wearing a Goodnite.’  Finally, about halfway through the show, Charlotte was fast asleep.

“Honey, the show’s over.  You need to get into your own bed.”

Charlotte woke up, suddenly realizing that she was still laying in her mother’s bed.  ‘Aw!  I missed the rest of the show!’ She felt the aftertaste of the hot chocolate in her mouth.  ‘But the hot chocolate was good.’  As she hyperactively sprang out of bed, she gave her mother a wanting smile.  “Mommy, can we please have hot chocolate another night, PLEASE?”

Darcy inspected the bed to find no trace of hot chocolate and smiled.  “Yes dear.  We will do this another night, but it will be a surprise, okay?”

Charlotte, satisfied with her mother’s answer, nodded as she began to skip toward the door to exit the bedroom.  “Okay mommy!  I hope we do it again soon!”

As Charlotte skipped down the hallway towards her bedroom, she could feel how heavy her Goodnite has become.  It felt like a spongey cushion around her butt and waist. It felt comforting and relaxing.

Charlotte suddenly thought of her mystery notebook as she turned out the lights in her bedroom.  A faint glow coming from a Rainbow Dash figurine night light lit up the room, giving Charlotte just enough light to see what she was doing.  She thrust herself onto the bed and buried herself underneath the covers.  She found Bobo and gave him a nice hug.  And before she could think about anything else, she was fast asleep.

***

“Commander Charlotte?  Commander Charlotte?”

Charlotte glanced around, noticing herself in a spacious room.  The bed she was in was more like a pod.  A very plush and comfortable pod filled with a comfortable pillow and a blanket.  She glanced outside to see nothing but stars.

The door finally opened in an electronic buzz.

“Commander Charlotte? This is the third time that I have called you.”

A tall figure resembling a teddy bear sighed, looking at his leader with concern.

“The mission, Charlotte Spacedasher.” The bear told her.  “The mission!”

Charlotte nodded, becoming well aware of the situation at hand.  “Yes Private First Class Bobo!  The mission to solve the mystery of the lost artifact!”

Bobo nodded.  “Yup.  And I’m just as eager to hear everything about the mission.  Finn will not shut up about it!”

Charlotte frowned.  “Finn?”

Bobo laughed.  “Finn Loner?  That had to be a joke, as I know that my commander loves to kid!”

Charlotte decided to play along and laughed.  “Yes Bobo.  I was just testing you with that joke!”

Bobo glanced at the spacesuit that Charlotte was wearing.  “Let me use my machine to inspect your suit.  From the way that I designed it, it’s supposed to be waterproof up to a depth of at least 300 feet.”  Bobo waved a portable machine that looked like a TV remote over Charlotte’s spacesuit and nodded.  “It still looks good!”

“It should be.” Charlotte told him.  I just came back from a mission on the planet Milkia and the depth of the milk lake I was in was around 70 feet.  We should make another voyage there, but it probably won’t be for quite a while.”

The door suddenly buzzed again, and a desperate man entered. He had brown hair with a crazy part in the middle.  “You need to like give me all the details, commander!” The man told her.

Bobo nodded.  “That’s what I have been telling Commander Charlotte, Finn.”

Finn then began shaking Charlotte desperately.  “You need to give me the information, Commander!  I owe 100 Grilled Cheese Sandwiches to the Gentle Intelligent Regal Landian Squad!”

Bobo gasped.  “Another one with the Landians? Isn’t that your third debt?”

Finn nodded with a worried look.  “Yeah!  Last week, I owed them 100 glasses of chocolate milk!  It took forever to get payment from our recent mission on Milkia!”

Charlotte nodded.  “Well, let’s discuss this over a hot one, okay?”

Finn smiled.  “Chocolate?  Like, if you say so Commander Charlotte!”

Charlotte led Finn to the part of the ship that had a table with a mini bar nearby.  She poured the glasses full of hot chocolate and talked to Finn.  “So you want to know about the mission?”

Finn nodded.  “Every detail, Commander!  We’ll need to make a pit stop so that I can pay back the 100 Grilled Cheese Sandwich debt to G.I.R.L.S.!  And remember, Commander.  The Century Eagle is MY ship!”

Bobo smirked.  “Yeah.  Your ship that you stole!”

Finn shook his head.  “Correction!  I bought the ship and the owner double-crossed me!”

Bobo gave another glance at Charlotte, as if he had some more information to tell her.  “Commander Charlotte?  I have the latest news.  Since you had to retire early to your cabin, I am proud to tell you that we just acquired two new droids!  They’re currently recharging and should be ready in the morning.”

Charlotte nodded and glanced back at Finn.  “Don’t worry about the debt to G.I.R.L.S.  The details of the mission have to do with solving a very important mystery.  A certain legendary artifact has been lost and it’s worth a fortune.  And from what I know, that will get you way more than 100 Grilled Cheese Sandwiches.”

The conversation was cut short, as a loud beep from the ship’s warning system went off.

“Oh no…” Bobo said with a gasp.  “That is a system warning, Commander Charlotte.  One of the thrusters has been hit!  And judging on the ship’s computer, we are currently over a planet called Oceania.  There is no land on this planet.  It’s all water.”

“No!” Finn shouted.  “We’re losing altitude!  First, I have to pay 100 Grilled Cheese Sandwiches and now I have to make repairs on this ship?”

“Don’t forget your two other debts!” Bobo reminded him.  “We have the MONEY for the 100 Chocolate Milks.  We made the order, but we haven’t picked it up yet.”

Finn made a passive nod, as his focus was diverted to the ship, which was quickly losing altitude.  It was entering Oceania’s atmosphere quickly and was descending downward like a meteor.  “We can return to Milkia later!” he said in a panic.  “Now we’re crashing!  Commander Charlotte, what should we do?”

Charlotte glanced at Bobo, and then back at Finn.  “Try to slow down the ship to minimize impact!”

Bobo smiled.  “That’s what I would’ve said!  I taught my commander well!”

Both Bobo and Finn feverishly worked at the control panel, trying to press all the right buttons that would slow down the thrusters of the Century Eagle, which now had its nose pointed directly toward the surface of the endless ocean planet.  After they pressed a few more buttons, the ship began to adjust its course, now falling forward, parallel with the water that it was about to make an impact in.

The impact of the rough landing sent Charlotte flying through the glass of the Century Eagle, causing her to fall directly into the ocean below.  Charlotte clutched her helmet, which was unphased from flying through the glass.  Her gloves and the rest of her durable suit all took the impact well and she began to sink down into the ocean like a stone.

Charlotte began to take her readings from the tech that Bobo programmed into the suit.  “50 feet…” Charlotte read.  “So far, so good.”

Charlotte’s descent into the salty water continued.  100 feet.  150 feet.  200 feet. 250 feet.

Then Charlotte saw the reading and gasped.  300 feet.  Her special Space Suit that Bobo made could only handle 300 feet.  Charlotte looked at the reading again.  320 feet.

That’s when Charlotte began to notice water beginning to enter the helmet of her suit.  That water began to flow down her neck, to her chest, down her belly, and finally around her crotch and legs.  “The suit…” Charlotte gasped.  “It’s not holding!”

The water continued to gush into the helmet, flowing in and beginning to flood Charlotte in torrents. Charlotte was now beginning to drown.  She gasped for air, hoping that she could survive Oceania and not experience a watery grave.

That’s when Charlotte realized when she was not wearing a spacesuit anymore.

She was not Commander Charlotte anymore.

She was not on Oceania in her spacesuit.

She was at home in her room, laying in a sopping wet bed.

Her pajamas were soaked, tightly clinging to her skin.

Now having awakened to her new reality, Charlotte began to scream.

“MOMMY!!!!! MOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!  MOMMMMEEE????!!!!!!  MOMMYHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

As real as the dream felt, Charlotte now clearly knew that she wasn’t in Oceania anymore.  She was at home in her room, sitting in a Goodnite that was well beyond its capacity in a sopping wet bed.

Charlotte has once again wet the bed.

[Dirty Boy]

Welcome back

[Windy]

Love the story, and the progress. She's almost Heather's age now, and previously Heather was having poopy accidents. I wonder if she'll influence Char, or if that will start to happen to her. Charlotte also was cutting her daytime bathroom trips close when she was older, and she seems to have lost most daytime control now. I bet they'll have fun playing together now. 

[Dirty Boy]

The story has been a downward spiral so far, except when she became an adult again, I wonder if that moment was caused by something. In the last chapters we have been focused on Charlotte who was regressing, but we have not had any other clues about what was happening outside. For example this mysterious Claire who seems to have "stolen" Charlotte's life, so far we have only heard her name, she has not yet appeared in the flesh in the story. I have read some comments that would see her as responsible for Claire's situation, in short, that she stole her life, maybe she was a girl with bladder problems who wanted to be like Charlotte, maybe she was the previous owner of the shoes and expressed this wish and the shoes made it happen

[PamperedPrince]

On 1/9/2025 at 11:37 PM, Dirty Boy said:

Welcome back

Thanks!  Between Christmas, New Years, and work, it has been challenging to make anymore progress on this story.

On 1/11/2025 at 9:57 AM, Windy said:

Love the story, and the progress. She's almost Heather's age now, and previously Heather was having poopy accidents. I wonder if she'll influence Char, or if that will start to happen to her. Charlotte also was cutting her daytime bathroom trips close when she was older, and she seems to have lost most daytime control now. I bet they'll have fun playing together now. 

That's definitely a possibility!  Stay tuned on how things unfold regarding this... 😀

On 1/11/2025 at 10:17 AM, Dirty Boy said:

The story has been a downward spiral so far, except when she became an adult again, I wonder if that moment was caused by something. In the last chapters we have been focused on Charlotte who was regressing, but we have not had any other clues about what was happening outside. For example this mysterious Claire who seems to have "stolen" Charlotte's life, so far we have only heard her name, she has not yet appeared in the flesh in the story. I have read some comments that would see her as responsible for Claire's situation, in short, that she stole her life, maybe she was a girl with bladder problems who wanted to be like Charlotte, maybe she was the previous owner of the shoes and expressed this wish and the shoes made it happen

I like to think of Claire as a stand-in character for Charlotte, due to Charlotte's timeline being altered.  Instead of Lexi and Maya having Charlotte as a best friend, the timeline corrected itself to have Claire in her place.  As for Claire "stealing" Charlotte's life or owning the Running Shoes before Charlotte, there is a clear explanation regarding this that I will share after wrapping up the story.  There is a clear mystery to the Running Shoes pertaining to how they function, and there are a couple of clues to this early on in the story.  Could Charlotte being an adult again be a breakthrough, or some kind of test for Charlotte?  Again, more of these answers will be revealed later on, so stay tuned.  😀

 

Chapter 34 is in the works.  I will post it when it's done so stay tuned... 😀

[PamperedPrince]

Chapter 34

“MOMMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!”

Charlotte’s face was now red with tears.  The door to her bedroom flung open.

Darcy, filled with concern, came to her daughter’s aid.  She dreaded the accident that she was about to witness.  And it was just as she had feared.  Charlotte sat there, her eyes filled with tears.  She pulled back the covers to the entire bedding underneath Charlotte soaked in pee.  “Oh sweetie!”  Darcy wasted no time in getting Charlotte out of the bed while she quickly stripped the bedding all the way down to the waterproof mattress protector.  ‘I’m so glad I bought that.’ Darcy thought to herself in relief.  ‘She would’ve ruined the mattress…’

Next was her daughter Charlotte, who was now sitting hunched over on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably in her pink soaked nightgown.  Darcy gently got her daughter to her feet, feeling sorry for the poor girl.  “Honey, you can’t sit down.” Darcy said in a manner that tried to kindly instruct Charlotte.  “You’ll get the carpet all wet.  Here.  Let’s get you cleaned up at the bathroom.”  Darcy’s eyes darted back to the pile of soaked bedding.  Right next to the bedding was Bobo, who by some miracle escaped Charlotte’s nighttime accident.  Darcy couldn’t see a drop of pee on her stuffed friend.  ‘Thank God.’  Her eyes returned to Charlotte.  “Here.  You’ll feel better when you’re cleaned up.  Okay?”

“Okay.” Charlotte said in a quiet whimper.  It was all that she could say, considering how upset she was.  She glanced back at her bedding, as if she still had something to reveal about what just happened.  “M-mommy.  I….I…”

Darcy hugged Charlotte.  “Shhhhhh….It’s okay, sweetie.  Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…….I know.  You had an accident.  Accidents happen Charlie Darlie.  Now do you think that you can clean up?  Do you need mommy to help you?”

Charlotte glanced at her soaked pajamas.  For some reason, she felt that she couldn’t remove her pajamas herself but knew that she could clean herself.  “Help me get my jammies off.”

Darcy gave her daughter an understanding nod.  “Okay honey.  Do you want me to help clean you up?”

Charlotte shook her head.  “No mommy.  Get my jammies off.  They’re very wet…”

Darcy nodded.  “Okay sweetie.  Now it’s the morning so I’m going to get your bedding cleaned up and pick out some clothes for school, okay?  How does that sound, Char?”

Charlotte gave her a sad nod.  “Okay mommy.”

Darcy led Charlotte to the bathroom and fulfilled her daughter’s request.  She removed her wet nightgown, which felt like peeling it off when she got to the waist and crotch area.  Underneath was a completely soaked Goodnite, which almost dropped between Charlotte’s legs since it was so heavy.  Darcy finished freeing the Goodnite, having it drop between Charlotte’s legs before having her step out of it.  She handed her a towel and pointed to the shower.  “Let mommy know if you need anything, okay?”

Charlotte nodded as her mother closed the door.  Moments later, Charlotte could feel the hot water from the showerhead flowing down the bangs of her long black hair.  Her mind returned to the dream that she recently had.  She smiled when she realized the journey that she was able to make.  ‘I was a commander on the Century Eagle!’ She thought with a smile.  ‘I was going on an important mission.’  This suddenly sparked another thought that Charlotte has been distracted from for a while.  The Mystery still needed to be solved.  ‘The Mystery!’  But then Charlotte tried to think why the mystery was so important.  As she continued to think about this more and more, she finally decided that it had to do with that Mystery Notebook.  ‘That Notebook.’ She said to herself.  ‘It will explain everything.’

But after Charlotte shampooed and lathered her body with soap, she glanced down to watch all the water from the showerhead run off her legs.  But then she saw it.  A stream of yellow water flowing down as well.  Charlotte was not even aware of this until she saw it.  ‘Again?  It’s like I can’t even tell when I’m going now…” The very thought of this frightened Charlotte.  ‘What if I have another accident in class?’  The remaining torrent of pee got washed down the drain as Charlotte finished up her shower.

Charlotte then dried off with a towel and went to her bedroom to find all her clothes already picked out for her.   A pair of white panties with a pink waistband and pink leg openings on top sat on top of a pair of blue elastic denim jeans and a Coral My Little Pony shirt with a ruffled hem.  She smiled at the shirt, noticing that all three of her favorite ponies were casting friendly stares at her.  Both Twilight Sparkle and Pinkie Pie stood on either side, with Rainbow Dash flying in front of both of them with a bold and adventurous smile.  Charlotte tossed the towel aside and put on the shirt, followed by her panties and blue elastic denim jeans.  She didn’t even notice the pair of Pinkie Pie socks that she left in the bedroom.

Darcy was stirring Charlotte’s Carnation Breakfast Essentials in a plastic cup while two slices of bread were in the toaster: one for her and one for Charlotte.  The toast popped out of the toaster just as she finished stirring.  When she saw Charlotte walking downstairs barefoot, she almost laughed as she removed the spoon from the cup.  “Charlie, you forgot to put your socks on.”  Letting out a quiet sigh, she ran upstairs, fetched Charlotte’s socks and ran back downstairs with them.  “Here sweetie.  Start drinking your breakfast while I get your socks on.”

Charlotte nodded and sat at the table with her plastic cup of Carnation Breakfast Essentials.  She drank the cup, tasting the delicious chocolate as it went down her throat.  At the same time, Darcy was pulling both socks onto her feet.

“There honey.” Darcy said as she softly patted Charlotte’s feet.  “The toast is done.  Would you like a little jam on it?  It’s strawberry!”

Charlotte smiled.  “I love strawberry!  Go ahead, mom.”

Darcy got the toast out of the toaster and buttered both slices.  She then spread a light amount of strawberry jam on both slices and handed one on a plate to Charlotte, just as she was finishing her cup of Carnation Breakfast Essentials.

Charlotte grabbed the toast and began eating it, not paying attention to the strawberry jam that was getting all over her face.

“Today is going to be different, dear.” Darcy reminded Charlotte.  “I will not be picking you up after school.  It will be your Aunt Darlene.  You will be having a sleepover at her house with Heather and Allison.  I already packed your overnight bag and have it in the 4Runner.  And don’t worry.  I remembered Bobo.”  She grabbed a paper towel and moistened it with water from the sink.  “Char honey.  You have jam all over your face.  Sit still and let mommy get it.”

Charlotte sat still while Darcy wiped her face clean with the wet paper towel.  She shrugged her shoulders, and her cheeks turned red.  ‘I wasn’t THAT messy.  Was I?’

Charlotte was now grabbing her backpack and sliding on her pink and white shoes that were already tied.

Once Charlotte was in the 4Runner, Darcy fastened the buckle on the five-point harness that went to Charlotte’s car seat. She then drove Charlotte off to school.

Charlotte smiled as she felt the comfortable cushioning of her car seat.  She didn’t know why she argued about her car seat before.  It was just…comfortable.  And it just felt right.

After Charlotte was dropped off at Langford Elementary School, Darcy made sure that Charlotte had the extra overnight bag in her hands with her backpack. Charlotte got to Miss Willoughby’s class to find Gabrielle reading The Ringmaster Chronicles that Charlotte lent to her.

Gabrielle glanced up from reading and smiled at Charlotte.  “Thanks for letting me borrow this.  The book is pretty good so far.”

Charlotte nodded.  “It is a pretty good book.  Where are you?”

“The Midgy.” Gabrielle said with a smile.  “I’m reading all about Rowwin Ruggins!  Some of the words are hard to understand, though.”

Charlotte nodded and thought about The Ringmaster Chronicles and The Raidemirillion.  For some reason, she could still vividly remember everything about the series and especially knew The Midgy quite well. “That’s a good story!  Did you get to where Rowwin found the ring?”

Gabrielle nodded.  “Rowwin found a ring in the dark cave and there’s these riddles that he keeps telling Froggum.  Froggum really wants the ring, but he can’t see Rowwin in the dark.”

Charlotte nodded, knowing very well how the rest of that chapter would turn out.  “Have you finished that chapter?”

Gabrielle shook her head.  “I’m right in the middle of it.”

Charlotte then remembered The Ringmaster Chronicles: The First Age on Netflix.  ‘Oh my gosh!’ Charlotte quietly gasped.  ‘The second episode comes on tonight!’  Charlotte then thought of the sleepover at Aunt Darlene’s.  ‘Will my Aunt Darlene let me see The Ringmaster Chronicles: The First Age?  I hope so…’

“My big sister saw the first episode of The Ringmaster Chronicles: The First Age.” Gabrielle told Charlotte.  “I wanna see it but my mommy won’t let me…”

Before Gabrielle could read another page of The Midgy from The Ringmaster Chronicles one-volume edition, Miss Willoughby got up from her desk to begin class.  Gabrielle put the lent book away in her desk for later.

Miss Willoughby started the class by handing out the stories that everyone worked on the other day.  When she got to Charlotte, she smiled.

“I loved your story, Charlotte.” She said with a smile.  “You used some very hard words, and I corrected the spelling for them.  I love your imagination that you used with your character Chloe.  A character that becomes younger?  Keep it up with your writing, Charlotte.  You are going to be a wonderful author someday.”

After that, Miss Willoughby allowed the class some time to work on their stories some more.  Since Charlotte felt that she didn’t have anything else to add, she went ahead and unzipped her backpack.  She pulled out a notebook that read the following:

SUPER SLEUTH CHARLOTTE’S MYSTERY NOTEBOOK

For solving The Mystery!

This was it.  Whatever mystery that Charlotte was trying to solve was in this notebook.  Charlotte read one of the first entries:

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).

The notebook was very familiar to Charlotte, as she recently used it to help write her story the other day.  She gasped when she read the facts regarding herself.  ‘I was a supermodel?  I was 29 years old?’  At this point, it almost seemed like a past life to Charlotte, considering how adjusted she felt to being almost 8 years old now.  The one thing that did frustrate Charlotte in re-reading one of her older entries was how difficult some of the words were to understand.  ‘What is this?  Remainder?  Chauffer? Endurance? Dimension?  Reduction?’  For some reason, the notebook felt harder to understand from when she last read it. 

Out of frustration, Charlotte flipped through the pages until she was at the most recent entry.  She quietly read the most recent one to herself:

Episode 7 

Today is Ocktober ninth and eye am sevan years old.  I faght that lots uv fings were diffant today.  One fing that was diffant was my mommy’s bed was bihger. My bafroom door wuz also bihger   The bafroom was bihger.  I will now right numbers that are diffant about me:

1. Diffant size – Bed was not bihger. Bafroom was not bihger. Mommy’s car wuz not bihger.  I was smaller!
2. Diffant school – I don’t go to a middle school anymore. I go to an elmentary school.  This made me upset and unhappy.
3. Diffant Grade and Diffant Teacher – I am not in fith grade anymore. I am in secand grade in Miss Willby’s Class (I can’t spell her name so I will just call her Miss W or Miss Willo like the other kids.)
4. Really bad bladder? I had a very bad accsadent at the end of the day.  Goodnites will help.  They will make it easy to solve the mystery!

From everything that is different about me, I think that I am seven years old.  Don’t I have a birthday in November?  I will ask my mom about it today.  That means that I will be eight soon.

Need to solve mystery soon or I will disspear. I will probably be a baby first and I won’t be able to walk or even crawl.  But I don’t wanna disspear!  I want to live!

For some reason after reading that, something inside Charlotte was triggered.  And for a moment, she realized that the body that she was in was a lot smaller than it should be.  Her hands, her feet, her face.  The 2^nd Grade classroom that she was sitting in.  Something about it just didn’t feel right.  It was like her innermost being knew something about herself that just didn’t add up.  ‘This age…’ Charlotte said to herself, as she glanced at her hands in disbelief.  ‘It just doesn’t feel right.’  Something about that Mystery Notebook felt like it made sense.  Like it had all the answers that Charlotte was looking for.  And as Charlotte thought about it more and more, the body that she was in felt more alien to her.  It felt like a prison.  A prison of a girl just shy of pre-adolescence.  She just somehow knew that this girl wasn’t her.  This girl was her, but it just couldn’t be her anymore.  Could it?

Charlotte sighed, suddenly realizing that something felt very wet.  She glanced down to find the crotch of her jeans darkened with a moist puddle beginning to expand where she sat.  ‘No!  Why now?’

Along with that thing that triggered Charlotte was a sense of who she was.  Her adult senses began to fight for control of her mind.  ‘Great.  I just pissed myself again!’  Charlotte was in disbelief.  It was like her body and bladder betrayed her once again.

But instead of getting angry, Charlotte’s body began to act on instinct.  Tears began to run down Charlotte’s face, and she began to cry loudly.

Miss Willoughby gasped and ran over to where Charlotte was.  “Oh dear!”  She hurried over to where Charlotte was and got her to her feet.  She quickly walked towards the door with Charlotte.  “Class, Charlotte and I have something to take care of.  The teacher’s aide is in charge so ask them if you have any questions.  Okay?”

Miss Willoughby got Charlotte out of her classroom in record time, as she didn’t want to draw any unwanted attention from the other students or further embarrassment to Charlotte.  ‘Poor girl!  I hope that Miss Warren has a plan to address this.  Charlotte’s frequent accidents are becoming a real problem…’

Meanwhile, Charlotte was crying uncontrollably as Miss Willoughby guided her to the nurse’s office for Charlotte to be changed into a fresh set of clothing.

Miss Willoughby gave Charlotte a compassionate stare.  “I’m very sorry, Charlotte!  Go get cleaned up with the nurse and then come back to class, okay?”

Charlotte sadly nodded as Miss Willoughby finished talking to the nurse before leaving the nurse’s office.

Brenda glanced at Charlotte and frowned.  “Already Charlotte? It’s not even 10 in the morning yet!  Here sweetie.  Let’s get you cleaned up and put into some fresh clothes.  Okay?”

Charlotte nodded, feeling a hint of her original adult self screaming in frustration at the youthful prison that she had to contend with.  Charlotte was confused.  ‘This screaming.  Was this who I used to be?’

The real Charlotte was in disbelief at how divided her self has become.  How has she allowed herself to be so complacent and carefree living her life as an almost eight-year-old?  ‘You are 29!’ she told her smaller body.  ‘I need to solve the mystery before it’s too late.  I will want to read more of that notebook later.  It’s the key to getting back to normal.  I know it.’

As Charlotte changed into her change of clothing (pink and white panties, a pink shirt, and faded light blue denim overalls with a heart design around the bib and white tear drop patterns all over the fabric.), she once again felt the disconnect between herself and her small and petite body.  Some of the lost vestiges of her adult self were somehow returning and stubbornly fighting to regain the control that she lost over herself.  She knew that the clothing looked juvenile, even babyish (due to being very petite for her age).  But this matter was life or death.  Charlotte knew if she continued to drown in her complacency, a day would come where Charlotte would merely cease to exist.  ‘Say I keep getting younger all the way to infancy.  What then?  After infancy, I will just…disappear…’ The very thought of this made Charlotte begin to cry.  She didn’t want to disappear.  She just wanted to get back to normal.  To get out of this horrific reality that felt like something out of The Twilight Zone.  ‘Perhaps that story that I wrote in Miss Willoughby’s class might also have some clues on how to get back.  I’ll read that notebook and that story.’

Charlotte left the nurse’s office, not even noticing that Brenda told her to ‘have a good rest of her day’.  Charlotte’s attention was diverted back to her mission.  ‘I have to solve the mystery!  Like Blue’s Clues!  Like Scooby Doo!’

But Charlotte’s mission was shattered when Miss Willoughby had additional assignments for the students to work on.  Another worksheet for Math.   Another reading circle with her classmates.  And a fun science lesson involving an egg?  Very quickly, Charlotte was once again losing her sense of adulthood as her attention was focused on that mesmerizing egg.  Miss Willoughby explained that the egg would eventually hatch and that they would be watching it every day.

Charlotte was very frustrated that the egg wouldn’t hatch during that day though.  ‘I wanna see the egg hatch!’ she shouted in her mind, completely forgetting that she had been warring with her adulthood just a couple of hours ago.

The day continued, and Charlotte had so much fun that she almost forgot about the urgency of the mystery that she was trying to solve.  It wasn’t that the mystery wasn’t important to Charlotte, but that her smaller body and brain made it more difficult to retain information from her diminishing attention span.  What used to feel like effortless mental energy felt more mentally exhausting for Charlotte to hold onto.  So the next activities that filled Charlotte’s life very quickly diverted Charlotte from her intended goal.  Deep down, she knew that she had to solve it soon, but having to deal with her child-like instincts made this into a tiresome chore.

As Charlotte began to read from her Mystery Notebook, she felt a tap on her back.

“Charlotte? Hi!”

It was Aunt Darlene, who decided to go right to Miss Willoughby’s class to pick Charlotte up.

“How are you doing, kiddo?” Darlene smiled.

Miss Willoughby glanced at Darlene and gestured her hand toward her, as if she wanted to have a private discussion with her.  “Miss Warren emailed me today and mentioned that you would be picking her up instead.  Now, I have something to tell you today regarding Charlotte…” The two adults walked away from Charlotte, speaking to each other in hushed tones, with Darlene nodding occasionally.

Meanwhile, Charlotte saw that Gabrielle was once again reading more of The Ringmaster Chronicles.

“My mom usually picks me up a little later so I’m going to read until she gets here.” Gabrielle explained.

Charlotte nodded and gave her a smile when she glanced at the book.  “You’ll love the end of that chapter!  Let me know what you think when you’re finished!”

Gabrielle nodded.  “I will!”

Just then, Charlotte felt another tap from Aunt Darlene and turned around.

“Charlotte, we need to stop at the nurse’s office before we go.”

Charlotte shrugged her shoulders.  “Why?”  Charlotte just wanted to go to her aunt’s house.  ‘Why does she need to stop there?’

Darlene gave Charlotte a sensitive and compassionate look.  “Miss Willoughby told me about your accident today.  Your wet clothes are there, and I need to pick them up.  I’ll even wash them for your mommy!  How does that sound?”

Charlotte nodded, as she felt the grip of her aunt’s hand tighten around her hand as they began to walk out of the classroom.  “Sounds good, Aunt Darlene!”

Darlene smiled.  “Also, we still need to pick up Heather from preschool.  Wait until she finds out that you’re coming to pick her up with me!  She’s going to love that!”

Charlotte then thought of Allison.  “What about Allison?”

Darlene grinned.  “She’s at home with daddy.  You’ll see her soon enough.”

Charlotte walked hand in hand with her Aunt Darlene down the hallway to the nurse’s office.

Brenda smiled when she saw Charlotte with her aunt.

“Hi Charlotte!” Brenda said, giving her a look of concern.  “You seemed to be in a hurry when you last left.  Did you have a good day?”

Darlene smiled.  “I’m Charlotte’s aunt.  And we’re going to have a fun evening because she’s going to see her two favorite cousins and we’re going to have a sleepover!”

“Oh, that’s wonderful!” Brenda said with a smile. “So you’re here to pick up Charlotte’s clothes?  I have her wet clothes in a bag.  Here you are.  Have a nice weekend!”

Darlene grabbed the plastic bag and Charlotte left with her, dangling her backpack over one of her arms while leaving the other strap empty.

Charlotte followed Darlene to her car, which was a blue minivan.  To her surprise, she saw her car seat in the back seat of the minivan.  “Why is my car seat in there?”

Darlene smiled.  “Your mommy moved it there since you’re going to be spending the night with me, Daniel, Heather, and Allison.  Now let your auntie help you in.”

Darlene picked up Charlotte and placed her in the car seat, carefully guiding both of her arms into the shoulder harness, before buckling both buckles that secured the five-point harness.

As Charlotte was thinking about her day, Darlene was driving out of the elementary school and towards the preschool where Heather was.

All the thinking that Charlotte was doing resulted in her falling asleep.  Before she knew it, she felt another tap on her shoulder.

“Charlotte!  We’re here!  Little Lilacs Preschool and Daycare!”

Charlotte glanced up to notice a ornately decorated building with a beautiful playground outside.

But it was the inside that looked a lot more amazing to Charlotte.  Once inside with her aunt, she saw beautiful watercolor pastels painted all over the walls of the preschool.  The faded tan carpeting was soft, and there was a security check-in point where she was, that separated the lobby from the main room that led into the big room that comprised the preschool and daycare.

“Hi Darlene!” The young woman said, noticing Charlotte standing next to her.  “Are you here to pick up Heather?  And is that your niece?”

Darlene nodded.  “Yes.  She’s the one that I have been telling you about, Rena.  She’s a wonderful kid and she’s going to be my helper tonight!  I’m going to be watching her while her mommy has fun with her friends.”

Rena gave her an understanding nod and they both exchanged glances, which indicated their understanding of what this “fun” was.

Charlotte, on the other hand, did not understand what this exchange meant.  ‘Just what was my mommy doing with other friends?’

Rena smiled.  “Okay.  I have you checked in with…Charlotte.  Right?”

Darlene nodded.  “Yup!  We’re getting Heather and then we’re all going to check out.”

“Sounds good!” Rena said, as her eyes returned to the computer screen.  “She should be in the main room with Julia.”

Charlotte followed Darlene from a short distance, taking in all the beautiful decorations that made up this pristine childcare facility.

After they entered the main room, Charlotte gasped.

In the main room was another check-in area before the rest of the room opened up to various different areas where the children could learn, grow, and play.  It wasn’t just a basic preschool with toys.  All those were clearly there, with a few children playing with them.  One area had boys playing with miniature cars and monster trucks.  Another had a couple girls playing with Barbies, dolls, and different dollhouses.  As they walked deeper into the room, the age range for the toys got younger.  There were toys that made sound, along with the traditional toys that infants and toddlers played with.  Blocks, stackable colored rings, colored shaped pegs each with their own respective holes, rattles, and various toys used for teething.  Another station had play doh, sand, and even a few activity tables that children could use to color, paint, or create some kind of art.  Not only were there toys available, but various different ways that a child could use their artistic expression.  And for children that were overwhelmed by coloring in the same area, there were private areas that had soft beanbag chairs that allowed the children to read or play in peace.  Next to these chairs were racks of children’s books that any child could freely read if they wanted to.

At the end of the play area was a blank space with carpeted squares, blankets, and pillows, which was reserved for naptime.  There were even a few rows of cribs for children that had more specialized needs.  Next to the cribs were a couple changing tables equipped with various different boxes of diapers and Pull-Ups.  Another area had a plastic tote that was filled with pacifiers, bottles, and bibs.

As Charlotte approached one of the cribs, she needed to pee.  Since her accident earlier that morning, she has managed to successfully make it to the bathroom four other times at Langford Elementary.  She wanted to make it five for five (or five for six if she counted the accident).  She glanced up at one of the young women at the preschool as she began to fidget.

“Um…lady?”  Charlotte said as she tugged on one of the shoulder straps of her overalls.  “Where are your bathrooms?  I gotta go!”

The young woman smiled and approached Charlotte with a warm smile.  “You have to go potty?  Hi.  I’m Miss Julia.”

Darlene nodded.  “She’s my niece.”

Julia nodded and glanced at Charlotte again.  “This is her?  Wow!  She’s more beautiful than the stories that you told me about her!  Oh.  Heather’s in the bathroom right now with Laurie.  From what I saw, it doesn’t look like she made it.”

Darlene nodded with a quiet sigh.  “That’s why she’s back in diapers.”

“Yes.” Julia said, giving Darlene a pensive stare.  “And although it seems like Heather still wants to try and use the potty, we have had a wet diaper with her every time.  Three wet diapers and one messy and wet one today.”

Darlene gasped.  “Four diapers?  She usually goes through about three.”

Charlotte sighed as she felt the pressure increase on her bladder.  If she doesn’t get to the bathroom soon, she’s going to have wet panties.

Julia glanced at Charlotte, taking notice of her desperation.  “Oh no!  It looks like you really need to go.  This way…Charlotte right?”

Charlotte nodded, as she continued to fidget as she walked with Juilia to where a portion of the room narrowed into a hallway where the bathrooms were.

Just as she approached the bathroom, the door opened.  Heather was standing next to Laurie, who held a wadded-up diaper.

“That’s number five.” Laurie told Julia.  “I took her to the bathroom, and it was just as I suspected.  Her diaper was soaked.”

Heather smiled when she saw Charlotte.

“I went potty!” Heather said with a smile on her face.

Laurie gave Heather a polite smile.  “You tried to, dear.  Next time, tell me before you have to go, okay?”

Charlotte hurried into the bathroom and closed the door.  She undid the straps of her overalls and pulled them down, and then pulled down her panties.  She immediately heard the sound of her peeing just as she sat down.  ‘Phew!  That was soooooo close!’

After Charlotte finished, she flushed the toilet, washed her hands, and exited the bathroom.

Right across from the bathroom was a large chart which tracked the potty-training progress of every single child at the preschool.  For kids that were fully potty trained, they were given the title of “Looming Lilacs” and were able to take their name and stick it next to the image of a lilac plant.

For kids that were very close to being potty trained, they were given the title of “almost there” and their names were placed next to an image of a nearly mature lilac plant.  To the left of this were kids that were making progress in getting potty trained.  They were “getting there” and were placed next to an image of a flowering lilac bush.  Just below that were kids that were “moving forward” and were placed next to an image of a lilac bush that was just starting to turn green.

Lastly were the groupings for the kids that were much earlier in their potty training or those that have experienced some setbacks.  The “first steps” kids were those who were making their first steps in potty training either for the first time or once again if they relapsed.  They were placed next to an image of a lilac seedling with a couple of leaves sprouting from it.  Finally, there was a grouping for the kids that were “not ready”.  The names of these kids were placed next to an image of a lilac seed. 

Charlotte was surprised to find Heather’s name grouped with the kids that were “not ready”.

Heather waved her hand at Charlotte.  “Hi Charlotte!”

Charlotte glanced at her cousin and noticed the puffy white outline that slightly drooped from the underside of Heather’s purple dress.  “Hi Heather!”  It was all that she could say as her mind retreated to the potty-training chart.  ‘Had I attended this preschool, I would definitely be a Looming Lilac!’

Darlene got Heather’s attention and also waved Charlotte over to her.  “Heather, Charlotte, we’re going home!”

“Wow!” Heather shouted.  “Charlotte is going home with me?”  Heather quickly shifted her glance to Charlotte and smiled.  “Let’s play Barbie dollhouse when we get home!”

Charlotte nodded as she noticed Aunt Darlene carrying what looked like a mini backpack made of a nylon-polyester blend.  ‘Is that a diaper bag?  It’s probably because of Heather, who’s only a seed on the potty-training chart…’

Darlene led both girls to the blue Chrysler Pacifica.  And one at a time, she placed both girls in the car seats.  Heather was first, followed by Charlotte.

“Charlotte ride in car seat with me, mommy?” Heather asked, looking amazed as she watched Darlene buckle both buckles into the five-point harness to Charlotte’s car seat.

Darlene nodded.  “Yes Heather!  Charlotte rides in a car seat just like you!  She’s also going to be your helper tonight!”

Charlotte nodded as she comfortably settled in her car seat.  ‘Yeah!  I’m going to help her!  Afterall, I have babysat her before…’

The minivan took off and left the Little Lilacs Preschool and Daycare.

The silence began in the car as both girls managed to fall asleep in their car seats.  Heather fell asleep first.  Charlotte followed shortly after.

Right before Charlotte fell asleep, she smiled.  ‘This is going to be a fun sleepover.’

Charlotte slouched in her car seat, softly exhaled, and fell asleep.

[Night Rain]

Charlotte will be back in preschool before she knows it.

[Dirty Boy]

Charlotte needs a little outside help, she doesn't seem to be able to solve this on her own. Who knows, maybe there's someone who has retained the original memories and is immune to the changes

[PamperedPrince]

On 1/13/2025 at 12:26 AM, Night Rain said:

Charlotte will be back in preschool before she knows it.

It's definitely starting to look that way.  😀

On 1/13/2025 at 5:22 AM, Dirty Boy said:

Charlotte needs a little outside help, she doesn't seem to be able to solve this on her own. Who knows, maybe there's someone who has retained the original memories and is immune to the changes

Hopefully, Bobo, Finn Loner and the others can help her on the Century Eagle in her dreams.  Or hopefully her friends... 😀

 

Chapter 35 is being worked on today.  Stay tuned for the finished chapter when I get it done...

[starlajean80]

I may be reaching here but maybe Darcy knows exactly what’s going on with Charlotte. And she want’s Charlotte to go back to being a completely dependent baby for Darcy. Also maybe Darcy’s “friends “ have a part to play in this transformation?  

[PamperedPrince]

On 1/14/2025 at 1:21 PM, starlajean80 said:

I may be reaching here but maybe Darcy knows exactly what’s going on with Charlotte. And she want’s Charlotte to go back to being a completely dependent baby for Darcy. Also maybe Darcy’s “friends “ have a part to play in this transformation?  

I think that you are reaching, considering the clues that indicate that this manipulation is not occurring.  If anything, all the events are adjusting as they need to whenever the new shift happens.  If Darcy was manipulating Charlotte, there would clearly be clues that would suggest this.

 

Chapter 35

“CHAAAAAAAAAARLOTTE!!!  CHARLOTTE! CHARLOTTE! CHARLOTTE! CHARLOTTE! CHARLOTTE!”

Charlotte squinted her eyes open to see Heather staring at her with a widening smile while Darlene frowned.

“Heather honey,” Darlene sighed.  “That was not nice waking Charlotte up like that.”

Heather’s smile faded.  “But we’re home, mommy!”  She then turned to Charlotte with a reduced tone.  “We’re home Charlotte!”

Moments later, Darlene was unbuckling Heather and Charlotte from their car seats.  Charlotte took her overnight bag and backpack and entered the house.

Once inside, Heather grabbed Charlotte’s hand, almost yanking it as she began to make an eager dash upstairs.

When Heather felt the resistance in her movement from Charlotte, she sighed.  “C’mon!  Let’s play Barbie dollhouse!”

“Hold on!” Charlotte told her.  “I need to get my shoes off!”

Darlene nodded.  “She’s right, dear.  We need to get your shoes off.

Darlene helped Heather remove her shoes while she stole a quick glance at the living room, where Daniel and Allison were watching Miss Rachel on the TV.

Daniel smiled when he noticed Darlene staring in his direction.  “I had to change the little stinker while you were gone.”

Darlene glanced at Heather and sighed as he glanced back towards Daniel.  “The preschool had to change Heather five times!”

Daniel scowled.  “Five!  What happened to Heather wanting to potty train?  Doesn’t she want to learn?  Considering the diapers that we’re going through with Heather now, it’s pretty much about the same as Allison now!”

Darlene nodded.  “I know, honey.  Heather is just not ready, okay?  If you want some encouragement, Darcy told me about how Charlotte went through a phase that was similar to Heather’s when she was four.  She grew out of it in a couple months.  Just give Heather a little time, okay?”

Daniel nodded.  “Okay.  Just know that diapers aren’t cheap!”

Heather now began to run up the stairs, pivoting around to see if Charlotte was following her.  “C’mon Charlotte!  Let’s play Barbies!”

Charlotte nodded as she ran upstairs with both her backpack and overnight bag, catching up to Heather very quickly.

Once in Heather’s room, Charlotte set her things at the base of Heather’s bed, next to an inflatable mattress which she guessed was set up for her.

Heather sat down, resulting in a soft crinkle.

The sound was just loud enough for Charlotte to hear it.  ‘I’m glad that I don’t have to wear diapers like Heather.’ Charlotte thought.

Heather lay down by the plastic bin that contained all her Barbie dolls. 

With the way that Heather was laying, Charlotte could see Heather’s diaper clearly exposed since the folds of her dress were spread upward.  She took a seat next to Heather and glanced at all the different Barbies that she had.  She was surprised that there were a few different ones that she didn’t even have.

“What are we going to play?”  Charlotte asked her.

“We’re going to play wedding!” Heather told her.  “I gots a Barbie and you can have a Ken!  Then we’re going to play house with Barbie and Ken!”

Heather nodded as she grabbed the Ken that Heather gave her.

For the next 30 minutes they played Barbies.

Toward the end of the 30 minutes, Charlotte could begin to smell a foul stench coming from Heather as she giggled, continuing to play with her Barbie.

Right after this happened, Heather let out a big smile.  “I pooped!” she shouted.

Charlotte sighed.  “Well, I need to tell your mommy then!”

Charlotte left Heather’s room, just as Darlene was beginning to walk up the stairs.

“Aunt Darlene!” Charlotte shouted.  “Heather pooped!”

Darlene quietly sighed.  “Thanks for letting me know, dear!  How about you try and go potty.  After that, meet me in Heather’s room, okay?”

Charlotte nodded and went towards the bathroom.  When Charlotte sat down on the toilet, she was surprised at how much she actually had to pee.  She peed for a while before she flushed the toilet.  She then washed her hands and went back towards Heather’s room.

When Charlotte entered the room, she saw Heather lying on a changing mat.  Darlene was powdering Heather as she lay on top of an opened-up diaper.  She folded the diaper between Heather’s legs and then looked up at Charlotte.

“You’re back!” Darlene told her.  “Now, when I finish changing Heather, there’s something that I want you to do for me.  Okay?”

Charlotte shrugged her shoulders and nodded.  “Okay, Aunt Darlene!”  Charlotte didn’t know what the request was.  Did it have anything to do with being a helper tonight?  She was about to find out.

As Darlene was fastening both tapes of the diaper snugly around Heather’s waist, Charlotte noticed a Goodnite laying right on top of the air mattress.

Charlotte frowned and stared at Darlene.  “Am I going to bed already?”

Darlene pulled Heather’s dress back down and shook her head.  “Oh no, Charlotte!  It’s something that I want to show you, Charlotte!”

“Charlotte’s gonna wear diapers like me!” Heather shouted in excitement.

Charlotte froze at Heather’s statement.  ‘What?  Diapers?  No.  Just no.  I can deal with Goodnites.  But not diapers!’

Daniel entered Heather’s room carrying Allison while Darlene picked up the Goodnite and guided Charlotte by the hand to the bathroom.

“I want to tell you about you being a helper in private dear,” Darlene said as she entered the bathroom.  “Now Charlotte, take off your panties and put this on.”

Charlotte gave her Aunt Darlene a strange stare.  “But it’s not bedtime!”

Darlene nodded.  “I know, dear.  But remember what I told you about being a helper?  I already told Heather that you would be wearing it, so do it for her.  She feels bad about wearing diapers and you not wearing them.  So can you be a good helper and not have her feel left out?”

Charlotte frowned.  “No!  I’m a big girl and I only wear Goodnites to bed!  Also, are you going to make me wear diapers?”

Darlene gasped.  “Oh heavens no!  What gave you that idea, Charlie Bean?”

“Heather said that I’m going to wear them!”  Charlotte said with a sigh.

Darlene laughed.  “Heather thinks that your Goodnites are diapers honey.  So just wear your Goodnite tonight, okay?  I don’t want you to pee in it, honey.  You can still use the potty like a big girl, but this is for Heather.  Just so she doesn’t feel left out, okay?  Plus, all my girls will be wearing protection!  Allison, Heather, and you, sweetie bee.”

Charlotte’s thoughts from her adult self returned to her once again.  ‘I babysat Heather before so I should be able to help her again.  Why not?  That should help the kiddo out.’  Charlotte eagerly grabbed the Goodnite and smiled.  “Sure!  I’ll do it!”

Darlene smiled.  “There’s a good sport.  Take off your overalls and panties, but don’t get dressed all the way yet.  I want you to show Heather that you’re wearing your Goodnite, okay?”

Charlotte nodded as she unbuckled her shoulder straps and removed her panties.  She pulled up the Goodnite and smiled as she felt the snug comfort around her waist.  ‘Remember.’ She told herself.  ‘Don’t go in it.  Not until bedtime!’ Charlotte was now in just her pink shirt and Goodnite.  She exited the room, carrying her overalls while Darlene carried Charlotte’s panties.

Once back inside Heather’s bedroom, Charlotte showed Heather her Goodnite.

“See?” Charlotte told her, her face blushing.  “I wear them too!”

Heather clapped her hands and smiled.  “Charlotte wears diapers!” she said with a giggle.  “Now you don’t have to worry about ah-kah-dents!”

Charlotte nodded and winked back when she noticed that Aunt Darlene was winking at her.  ‘This is just for show.  I will still be using the potty like a big girl!’  Charlotte put her overalls back on and was about to leave when Darlene tapped Charlotte’s overnight bag.

“Char honey! Don’t forget your special shoes!”  Darlene pulled Charlotte’s running shoes out of the bottom of the overnight bag as it brushed gently against Bobo.

Charlotte gasped.  She almost forgot about those shoes.  ‘My mom packed them?  This is amazing!’  Charlotte wasted no time sinking her two little feet into those Bottega Venetas.  The shoes still looked brand new, and they fit her feet perfectly.  Charlotte felt a calmness wash over her like a tidal wave.  Then she felt the warm feeling again.  The feeling began in her toes and flowed from her feet and up her legs.  Then up her pelvis, past her stomach, and all the way into her heart.

Then all of Charlotte’s worries, embarrassments, and fears began melting away before her very eyes.  Her morning accident at Langford Elementary.  Her having to wear a Goodnite just to make her cousin feel better about herself.  It just didn’t matter anymore.  What she was doing felt so…good.  And it just felt so right.

Nothing else mattered.

Charlotte gasped as she just barely felt a drop of pee escape her.  ‘Phew!  That was close!’

Darlene glanced at both girls.  “Are you all ready to eat?  We’re going to eat at a restaurant!  Then we’re going to have ice cream afterward!  Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

“YEAH!!!!!!!!!” Heather screamed at the top of her lungs.  “I wanna eat at McDonald’s mommy!”

Darlene laughed.  “We’re actually eating at a nicer place than that, dear.  It’s going to be a sit-down restaurant.”

Heather frowned.  “But I want McDonald’s, mommy!”

Darlene grinned.  “We’ll have McDonald’s soon another day, okay?”

Heather smiled.  “Okay!”

Darlene walked down the stairs with both girls on either side of her.  Heather on her left side and Charlotte on her right side.  Daniel was carrying Allison with a diaper bag while Darlene was carrying Heather’s diaper bag around her shoulders.

The three girls were all placed in their car seats in the blue Chrysler Pacifica.  Allison was placed in her car seat first by Daniel. Darlene then placed Heather in her car seat second and Charlotte in hers last.

As Charlotte rode to the restaurant with her Aunt Darlene and Uncle Daniel, she could notice Allison sucking on her pacifier.  Heather watched her in her seat, while she talked to her pink cow squishmallow and squishing it around in her hands.  ‘They’re just playing…” Charlotte thought as she somehow felt older than the nearly 8 years that she had in her physical body.  Then she felt it as she squirmed in her seat.  That soft padding that covered her waist.  The Goodnite.  Then she saw the car seat that she was trapped in.  Then a feeling of sorrow came over Charlotte’s face.  Something didn’t feel right.  It was the same feeling that she had when she sat in Miss Willoughby’s second grade class earlier that day.  ‘How did I let myself go?  How did I lose sight of my mission to get things back to normal?’  Charlotte racked her brain to try and think of what she needed to do next.  The cause of the reverse aging had to be magic.  Charlotte knew at this point.  And the magic somehow altered Charlotte’s very reality as she knew it.  But what was it?  A witch?  An evil genie?  An evil fairy or pixie?  Charlotte thought of the various characters from The Ringmaster Chronicles and The Raidemirillion to think of who she would need to ask to help her get back to normal.  She could look at her story to find out what Chloe did.  ‘I’ll read the story tonight before I go to bed!’ She told herself.  Charlotte knew that this was critical if she was ever going to get back to normal.

As much as Charlotte wanted to keep thinking about it.  As much as she wanted to continue thinking about the theory of magic and the possible culprits that were responsible for making her younger from the two books.  As much as she wanted to also continue focusing on her role as a helper for her Aunt Darlene in babysitting, Charlotte, as small as her body was, was just starting to run out of energy.  Charlotte slouched upward, desperately trying to fight the fatigue that was coming upon her like a tidal wave.  ‘Must…stay awake and figure this out…’  But Charlotte started to feel something else.  It was the warmth coming from her feet.  The warmth which she felt from those comfortable running shoes.  The comfort invaded every part of Charlotte until her heart was awash in that comfort once again.  Solving the mystery didn’t matter now.  Figuring out who made her younger just didn’t matter now.  Nothing else mattered at this point.  So with the overwhelming comfort that Charlotte was feeling between her toes and all around the soles of her feet and in her heart and all around her body, Charlotte stopped fighting the fatigue.  Charlotte fell asleep.

Charlotte awoke to the sound of the car door opening.

Darlene smiled when she saw Charlotte squinting her eyes.  “Did all of my girls take a nap?  You were all so quiet all the way to the restaurant!  We’re here!”

Heather immediately opened her eyes.  “Are we at McDonald’s, mommy?”

Daniel exchanged glances with Darlene and laughed.  “No pumpkin.  We are at The Olive Garden.”

Charlotte gasped, completely forgetting about the thoughts that she had when she fell asleep.  “We’re eating in a garden?”

Heather scrambled out of her seat and Darlene laughed as she unbuckled Charlotte’s car seat.  “No sweetie.  That’s just the name of the restaurant.  It’s because they serve Italian food here.”

As Charlotte got to her feet, she gasped as she suddenly had a strong feeling to pee.  ‘Aunt Darlene told me not to go in this.’  She tugged at her aunt’s dress.  “Aunt Darlene, I gotta go potty really bad!”

Darlene gasped.  “Oh no!” She gave a quick glance at Daniel. “You take Allison and Heather in and wait for a table.  I’m going to hurry in with Charlotte to use the bathroom.  Okay?”

Daniel nodded, as he saw Charlotte close her eyes in discomfort.  “Poor girl.  Hurry before she has an accident.”

But Darlene and Charlotte were already making quick paces through the parking lot and into the restaurant.

When the hostess inside saw the look on Charlotte’s face as she hurried beside Darlene, she gave an understanding nod.  “Bathrooms are to the left.  There’s also a family bathroom in the middle that’s available.”

“Thank you.” Darlene thanked as she hurried with Charlotte towards the bathrooms.

Charlotte felt like she was about to explode.  What amazed her at this point was how long she was able to hold in her bladder.  Shouldn’t it fail at this point?  It didn’t, and Charlotte felt the pressure increase on her bladder.  “Hurry!  I don’t know if I can hold it any longer…”

Darlene let out a sigh of relief when she saw that the family restroom was vacant.  She took Charlotte in there and quickly unbuckled her overalls.  She threw the overalls on the floor as Charlotte ran over and approached the toilet.

The seat was almost too high for Charlotte.  But she climbed up on it and pulled her Goodnite down.  She sat down and felt the floodgates open.  A loud torrent of pee could be heard whistling against the inside of the toilet bowl.

After that, Charlotte stopped.  For some reason, Charlotte felt like this was off.  She felt like she could’ve peed just a little bit longer.  She didn’t know if it was her aunt watching her or what.  She just couldn’t pee the rest out.

As Charlotte was sitting there, Darlene inspected the Goodnite and smiled.  “It’s still dry Charlotte, so you can put it back on.  I think it will be fine.  I didn’t pack any other ones so let’s try to have no accidents, okay?”

Charlotte nodded, still feeling weird having not been able to pee everything out.  She just knew that she could’ve gone longer but after sitting there for what seemed like a minute, she just couldn’t go anymore.

Darlene, noticing this, glanced at Charlotte.  “You’re done, dear.  Pull up that Goodnite and let’s get your overalls back on.  By now, your Uncle Daniel has certainly found a table for us.  Let’s have a nice dinner.”

Charlotte nodded, feeling a bit of uncertainty as she pulled the Goodnite back up.  If anything, Charlotte felt like she only released about half of her bladder.  She just knew that she still had to go.  And her aunt standing there wasn’t helping anything.  She sloppily began to fasten the one strap while her Aunt Darlene helped her with the other one before adjusting the strap that she didn’t fasten neatly.

After Aunt Darlene went and they both washed their hands, they left the bathroom to find the hostess at the entrance of the restaurant.

“Your husband and your two daughters have already been seated,” the hostess informed her.  “Rhonda is your waitress, and she will take you to your table.”  The hostess, who Darlene saw was Brianna from the nametag pointed to Rhonda, who smiled as she waved them over.

“This way,” Rhonda told Darlene and Charlotte as she began her slow pace past the crowded booths in the restaurant.

Charlotte glanced around and smiled.  She tried to remember the last time that she was at a restaurant.  While she was clearly at Pierres in August, this memory was now too foggy for her to remember and even if she could remember, it would feel like a past life at this point.  Especially with Charlotte being more than two decades younger than her original age.  ‘When did I eat at a restaurant?’ Charlotte thought, making futile attempts to conjure the memories.  ‘It was a nice place, and I was with my friends…’  That was all that Charlotte could remember, but she couldn’t tell you the name of the restaurant and which friends she dined with.

Charlotte was suddenly nudged forward and joined Heather in a booster seat that was right next to hers.  The only girl that was not in a booster seat was Allison, who was placed in a highchair.

Charlotte and Heather both colored on their placemats while Darlene and Daniel reviewed the menu options.

As Charlotte colored, she could hear her aunt mutter something about what she wanted from the kid’s menu.  “Is spaghetti and meatballs okay, Charlotte?” was all that Charlotte heard.  Without even thinking, Charlotte nodded and said “Yeah, as she continued to color with every crayon that she had.

Charlotte continued coloring, and it was almost like the world around her quieted.  It was just Charlotte, the crayons, and the placemat that she was coloring.  A burst of laughter jolted Charlotte out of her daydream.  Then what sounded like a familiar voice.  ‘Who is that?’ Charlotte glanced around, trying to trace the source of the voices.

“I can’t believe that I would find you eating here!”

Darlene laughed.  “I know, Cheryl!”

Charlotte frowned.  ‘That wasn’t the voice…”

“Is that her?”

Charlotte gasped.  ‘THAT’s the voice!’

Darlene nodded.  “Are you talking about Charlotte, my niece, Jessica?”

Jessica laughed.  “Jessica?  All my friends call me Jess.”

Charlotte gasped again.  Jess?  ‘Could it be?  The same Jess?  Best friends forever?  THAT Jess?’

Cheryl grinned.  “I’m sure that they do, honey.  Now what brings you here, Darlene?”

Darlene smiled.  “I was just about to ask you that, Cheryl.  Well, my favorite niece in the world Charlotte is staying with us tonight because my sister Darcy has some plans.”

Cheryl gave Darlene a mischievous smile.  “Oh.  Plans?  Did she finally find the perfect one?  Well, my Jess here just wanted to have a nice Italian dinner tonight because her older brother James is on a date tonight.  Some girl that he’s been with for a while.  They’re so cute together!”  She glanced at Jess who was starting to fix her eyes on Charlotte with curiosity.  “Well, if you ever need a babysitter, I would give Jess here a try.  I’m so proud of her!  She has quite the knack for babysitting and has already babysat a few kids over the summer.”

Jess nodded and glanced at Charlotte closer.  “So…You’re Charlotte?”

All of a sudden, Charlotte felt soggy.  She didn’t know when it happened but somewhere in the middle of Jess showing up with her mother, Charlotte began to flood her Goodnite.  And from what she could guess, it was probably the other half of her bladder.  ‘I…’ Charlotte reasoned in her mind.  ‘I didn’t mean to do it…It was…Jess…She surprised me and…Well…It’s okay because I’m wearing the Goodnites…’ It was a lame excuse to justify her unknowingly peeing herself out of surprise because of a best friend that she hasn’t seen in a while.

But something wasn’t adding up.  Jess looked at Charlotte like she saw her for the very first time.  ‘Best friend forever?  She doesn’t remember me?  We watched the first episode of The Ringmaster Chronicles: The First Age together!’

“Don’t worry, Charlotte.” Jess finally said to her.  “I will be babysitting you very soon.  Your day will come!” Jess glanced over at the two other kids.  “And that’s Heather and Allison?  My mom told me about them, Mrs. Baker.”

Darlene nodded.  “Yup.  Those are my two girls.”

Jess gushed with a triumphant smile.  “Now I have to babysit them.  Heather, Allison, and Charlotte.  It will be so fun!”

Darlene nodded.  “I will have to talk to Darcy about it, but I don’t see why not.  I’m sure that we can arrange that.”

Charlotte glanced at her best friend with a look of disbelief.  ‘Wait a second.  Jess babysitting me?  No.  Me and her are the babysitters.’  And that was the decision that Charlotte stayed with as she distracted herself by coloring her placemat some more.

Cheryl pointed to the table that was further ahead in the restaurant.  “Well, we’re going to our table now.  It was nice to talk to you!  Jess will definitely be babysitting your kids in the future.  And Charlotte too!”

Charlotte couldn’t hear Cheryl’s last remark, as she was too busy with coloring on the placemat, now overlapping various other colors that were already on the picture.

Both Charlotte’s and Heather’s spaghetti and meatballs came with sealed plastic cups filled with milk and straws sticking out of the lids.

Charlotte began to eat her spaghetti while Heather was just playing with the noodles with her fork.

“Don’t play with the food,” Darlene told her.  “Finish your spaghetti and we’ll have ice cream afterward, okay?”

When Heather heard the words “ice cream”, she began eating her dinner immediately.  She began to sloppily eat the noodles at a pace that was surprisingly faster than Charlotte’s.

Charlotte giggled and began to eat her food faster.

Just as Heather was finishing, she began to fidget on the table, making quiet grunting sounds.

Then Heather gave her mother a satisfied smile.  “I make poopies, mommy!”

Darlene nodded, as she grabbed Heather’s diaper bag and took Heather by the hand.  “Then it’s time that we change you, okay sweetie?”

Heather nodded as she was led by the hand with her mother to the bathroom.

Meanwhile, Charlotte was all finished with her spaghetti.  She even managed to eat a small piece of breadstick that Darlene offered her earlier.  After that, she took her straw and sucked down the rest of her milk in her plastic cup.

After Heather was changed, she ate the rest of her dinner while Daniel was feeding Allison small pieces of breadstick, yogurt bites from home, and her baby bottle filled with formula.

After dinner, all the girls were buckled back into their car seats.

Charlotte could feel the weight of her stomach after eating all the food.  She could also feel herself squinting her eyes in a futile attempt to keep herself awake.

Charlotte awoke again to the car door opening again.  As she squirmed in her seat, she felt a very soggy squish as she sat up in her seat.  Charlotte tried to figure out just why she felt even more soggy now than she did at the restaurant.  ‘Did I just pee my Goodnite again in my sleep?’  Then it hit her.  ‘My aunt told me to not pee in it.  I wasn’t supposed to in the restaurant, and I wasn’t supposed to in the car!  I’m going to be in so much trouble…’

Aunt Darlene unbuckled both Heather and Charlotte but left Daniel in the Pacifica with Allison.  “Ready for ice cream, girls?”

Heather frowned.  “What about daddy?”

Darlene smiled.  “Aw.  It’s very nice of you to think about daddy.  Mommy will get him his favorite ice cream to go.”  She shifted her eyes at both girls.  ‘I just changed Heather at the restaurant.  I wonder if Charlotte has to go again?’

Charlotte was walking alongside Heather and Darlene when she heard something from her aunt that made her freeze.  “Why don’t we try going potty again, Charlotte?”

This was it.  Charlotte didn’t know what to do.  She didn’t even have to go at all at this point.  Everything was in that Goodnite and she knew it.  And the worst part was that she didn’t even do it on purpose.

Both of the girls entered the Santa Rosa Sweet Spoon with Darlene and she took them to the family bathroom.

“Why are we going to the bathroom, mommy?” Heather asked her.

Darlene glanced at Heather and then pointed at Charlotte.  “Oh, we’re not going for you honey.  We’re going to have Charlotte use the potty like a big girl.”  Darlene closed the door and locked it.  She glanced at Charlotte and began to unbuckle both arm straps on her overalls.  “So do you have to go potty, Charlotte?”

Charlotte was unable to produce a single word.  Her mind was blank as her aunt began to pull her overalls down.  As she did this, her Goodnite sagged so heavily between her legs that it was about to fall off.

Darlene gasped.  “Charlotte, can you please tell your aunt what’s going on?  This Goodnite is soaked, honey.”

Charlotte couldn’t hold back the tears any longer.  So all of them began running down her cheeks as she began to cry loudly.

“Shhhhhhhhhh…..shhhhhh….” Darlene said, trying to calm Charlotte down.  “Shhhhhh….shhhhh…..It’s going to be okay, Charlotte.  I just need you to tell me the truth, Charlotte.  Did you pee in that Goodnite on purpose?”

“No!” Charlotte shouted between sobs.  “I…I…I didn’t mean to…It was…It was…an accsahdent…”

Heather was now hugging Charlotte, trying to make her feel better.  “Don’t cry, Charlotte!” Heather told her.  “I have akadents all the time!  And it’s all in your dypah so mommy can change you.”

Darlene nodded.  “That’s right, Charlotte.  Now I don’t have another Goodnite with me.  Those are back at home.  You’re just a little taller than Heather so would you want to be changed into a diaper?  It will only be until we get home, okay?”

A look of shock and frustration came over Charlotte.  No.  Just no.  “No!” Charlotte shouted.  “No diapers!”

Darlene sighed.  “Then you’re just going to have to stay in that wet Goodnite until we get back.  Now you told me that it was an accident.  Can you tell me when the accident happened?”

Charlotte sighed.  “It was at the restaurant.  That olive place…”

Darlene frowned.  “Oh Charlotte…Can you remember any other accidents?  Did you go on the way to the ice cream place?”

Charlotte nodded.  “But I was sleeping.  It was an accident!”

Darlene nodded.  “I know, Charlotte.  I just want to know how it happened, okay?  Now, you’re going to need to put that back on.  We’ll get ice cream to go so we can get home and get you changed, okay?”

Charlotte nodded as she gave her aunt a sad stare.  Although she wasn’t crying anymore, she still felt bad as her aunt dressed Charlotte in her overalls over her soggy Goodnite.

After that, Darlene quickly checked Heather’s diaper to find that it was only a little damp.  ‘It can wait until we get home.’ Darlene thought.

Darlene let both girls pick out whatever ice cream flavor they wanted.  Heather wanted vanilla and Charlotte wanted mint chocolate chip so that is just what they got.

After Darlene got ice cream for the girls, herself, and her husband, she took them back out to the Pacifica.

“What’s wrong?” Daniel whispered as Darlene was buckling the girls into their car seats.

“Charlotte soaked her Goodnite.” Darlene whispered back, as she finished adjusting Charlotte’s car seat.  “We had to get it to go so that I can change Charlotte when we get home.”

“Got it!” Daniel told her as he started the ignition to the car and began to pull out of the Santa Rosa Sweet Spoon.

All Charlotte could feel was a moist sogginess as she sat in the wet Goodnite.  But as wet as it was, Charlotte’s eyes squinted, and her mind drifted off.

“Charlotte…”

Charlotte awoke to a frustrated gasp.  She now felt the moisture everywhere.  Sopping wet moisture that was all over the car seat that she was sitting in.  The entire crotch of her overalls was darkened up to her waist.  And her aunt had the most disappointed look on her face.

“Charlotte honey,” Darlene said as she quickly unbuckled her niece.  “You couldn’t have waited until we got home to go potty?  Well, it’s a good thing that what you went on was a waterproof liner.  I can just wash it off, dry it, and then put it back on the car seat.”

Charlotte was once again sad.  She glanced at her aunt, uttering the only words that her mouth could muster.  “I…I didn’t mean to…it was…it was… an accsahdent…”

Darlene patted Charlotte on her forehead.  “I know, dear.  Let’s go inside and get you cleaned up.”

Darlene gave Daniel the task of getting Allison ready for bed while she focused on Heather and Charlotte.

Heather watched while Darlene cleaned Charlotte up.  After that, it was her turn.

When both girls were clean, Darlene had both girls brush their teeth.  After that, she brought them both to Heather’s room.  She changed Heather into her nighttime diaper and put Charlotte in a fresh new Goodnite.

Charlotte was now in her pink nightgown, smiling as she tightly squeezed Bobo in her arms.

This made Heather smile.  “I gots a stuffed animal too!  It’s a bunny named Hoppy!  I love my Hoppy!”

Charlotte nodded.  “Aw!  Mines is a bear named Bobo!  Can Hoppy and Bobo be friends?”

Heather glanced at Hoppy.  “Let me ask Hoppy first!”  Heather then whispered silently to Hoppy before glancing back at Charlotte.  “Hoppy says yes!”

Charlotte smiled.  “Well, Bobo says yes too!”

And with that, both Charlotte and Heather had both of their stuffed animals hug each other.

Darlene smiled at this adorable sight, but she knew that she had to break it up as both of the girls needed to go right to bed.  “Why don’t you have both Hoppy and Bobo play with each other tomorrow?”

Charlotte nodded.  “Bobo says that’s a good idea.”

Heather smiled.  “Well, Hoppy says it is too!”

Darlene kissed both Heather’s and Charlotte’s forehead.  “Good night, girls.  See you two in the morning.”

Just minutes after Darlene left the room, Heather was already sleeping.

Charlotte, however, was still awake, thinking about the Goodnite that she wore earlier.  How she failed to do what her aunt wanted her to do.  She was supposed to just wear the Goodnite to support Heather and not pee in it.  But she managed to not only do this, but completely soak it, along with her car seat and her overalls.  Even the bottom of her shirt was sopping wet.  She was a failure.  A complete failure.

But then Charlotte felt a warmth in her that began in her feet and flowed all the way to her heart.  Then she felt the warmth again as she squinted her eyes as she began to fill her Goodnite.  And then, that was it.  Charlotte was asleep, tightly holding Bobo in her arms.

[Dirty Boy]

I'm afraid there could be another regression, it's not going well for Charlotte

[Night Rain]

Bobo to the rescue.