Escape Room – Chapter 6

Serena’s head was still spinning from whatever it was that had happened to her when Alecia had shown her that book, making her blink, feeling her mouth giggle whenever she caught sight of something cute at the corner of her vision, her immediate reaction being to want to toddle off to investigate it. Thankfully, she was able to shake it off enough to find another shape for Alecia, but there was still a fogginess in her mind afterwards, one that definitely hadn’t been there before, that she could only pray would go away if they managed to escape this place.

Just like being stuck using baby talk… She wrinkled her nose, reaching up to touch her throat, not wanting to speak too loudly, so that the cheerleader would overhear, but trying to whisper something, hoping that, maybe, she’d be able to squeak out something coherent.

It didn’t work, the nonsense syllable that dribbled out of her mouth sending a shiver down her spine. It seemed like Alecia was making some progress, at least, with figuring out the puzzles in this place… Serena felt a pang of jealousy at that. This was supposed to be her thing! She ought to have figured out what the shapes were for first, and where she could find the right ones! But she knew she should be grateful anything was happening at all… Looking down at herself, at her ridiculous outfit, especially the full diaper peeking out from beneath her dress, thinking of how little she’d contributed so far herself…

She shook her head, not wanting to continue down that train of thought, or speculate on what was going to happen to them if they didn’t escape before the time was up. She needed to keep going, to find something on her own, something just as good as the shapes Alecia had found, if not better… And she wanted to get away from the books, her eyes constantly being drawn back to them, her hands itching to open one up, despite whatever it was the first one she’d looked at had done to her…. Or perhaps thanks to that.

She opened her mouth to tell Alecia to keep going, that she was going to go back to doing her own thing, blushing as she remembered the curse just in time and stopped herself. Alecia was already looking over the pile of books anyway, not paying any attention to her, so she slunk off silently, waddling away, looking over everything else left in the room that might hold a clue.

They needed to get Julianne free, which meant finding a combination… Unfortunately, that didn’t help her much, because numbers could be hidden anywhere! After what had happened with the magnets, she wasn’t prepared to go anywhere near the fridge again yet, and she couldn’t tell if all the pots and pans scattered around were set dressing or something more, so the sink seemed to be her best bet.

Of course, to look at the sink itself would require her to drag the stool all the way over, and that sounded exhausting… Luckily, the cupboard door underneath it didn’t appear too intimidating, and, indeed, she was able to pull it open easily.

As soon as she did, however, she almost wished she hadn’t. She nibbled her bottom lip anxiously as she stared inside, seeing only darkness there, a stark contrast to the bright, cheery lighting of the rest of the room. She felt like there should be a couple light beams making their way inside, but, no, there was nothing. It might as well have been midnight under there, on a moonless night, in the middle of the woods, far away from any streetlights…

And yet… Something told her that this was important, that it wasn’t just there as set dressing, or something unsettling for anyone who happened to take a peek inside… Who knew? This might be even better than the shapes!

Maybe, if her brain wasn’t feeling so foggy, she would have waited for a moment, thought it through, looked around for something to help her see into the void… But she couldn’t resist, couldn’t help herself, and reached right in, grasping for whatever was there, whatever secrets were awaiting her…

It was… softer… there than she expected, and thicker, as if she had plunged her hands into the innards of a giant teddy bear. She frowned, burrowing in deeper, wondering if the clue was further in, and she had to keep going… And then, she heard a click, felt something clamp around her wrists.

She gasped, yanking her hands back, and falling flat on her bottom yet again, this time somehow even more humiliating because she’d lost her balance completely, rather than just not thinking about what would happen if she sat in her current state. She groaned, wiggling in place, tears filling her eyes, even before she finally remembered what had made her pull back so quickly and looked down at her hands.

Her hands were now securely stuffed inside a pair of pink bondage mittens, the color matching her dress exactly. The fabric was soft, yes, but also stiff, keeping her from being able to close her fingers at all, or do anything with them. They were fastened in place with a band of metal around her wrists, one that she could see a beginning or end to, much less a keyhole, or any other way of removing. She whimpered, rubbing one of her mittens against the band on the opposite wrist, trying in vain to push them off.

This wasn’t fair! She was the one who had wanted to come to this place, and now, not only was Alecia solving everything, Serena was the one who had messed her diaper, Serena was the one who had lost the ability to talk like a grown-up, Serena was the one who had gotten her hands trapped in these dumb mittens! Pouting, Serena thumped her hands against the floor, the padding of the mittens keeping her from even making much of a sound, prompting her to keep going, stomping her feet instead, the frustration that had been building up inside of her finally pouring out of her in the only way it could.

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Alecia knelt back down, something telling her that there had to be at least one more shape, which meant, unfortunately, diving back in. As much as she felt like she needed some fresh air, or to take a little time to recover, there wasn’t much opportunity for either in this place…

Much as she hated to admit it, Serena had done a good job, finding the second shape that Alecia had missed, and a part of Alecia hoped she’d stick around and help her out. There were an awful lot of books here, after all, and all she had to go on to remember which she’d searched already was the pictures on the covers, many of which were quite similar… The titles looked different, yet that hardly mattered when Alecia couldn’t remember how to read any of them.

By the time she glanced up, however, Serena was already gone. That was fine, she told herself sulkily. She didn’t want to smell her stinky diaper anymore anyway! She’d do this all on her own!

Her determination did nothing to lessen the number of books in the room, though. She stumbled back to her feet, sighing as she looked around at all of the scattered piles. She’d found one of the shapes in this one already… Was there really going to be another one so close? Should she try another part of the room?

Or was she supposed to think that way, to make her waste time? With so many picture books around, it might be more clever to put two of them close to each other… Or did she only think that because of what the ones she’d already looked at had done to her brain? What was this place doing to her?!

It was almost on a whim that she picked up the next book, barely even paying attention as she thumbed through it, until, out of nowhere, she saw it. “Purple diamond!” she gasped, going back a couple pages, her mind not processing it until she was already past it. “Purple diamond!” she repeated, jumping in place proudly when she confirmed that she had, indeed, seen it there.

She set the book down next to the other two they’d found shapes in, grinning. That hadn’t been so hard, now had it? Now, if they were right about the shapes being connected to the gate, all they had to do was get Julianne free, and they could all get out… Or maybe they could try the stool again? If they put it on something other than the star, and maybe piled some books on there with it….

No! She couldn’t just abandon Julianne like that! She already felt bad for her friend, still up there in the high chair, being force fed… Alecia had gotten only a momentary taste of that, and it had been bad enough, her bladder aching for relief thanks to it. She couldn’t leave Julianne stuck that way! Unless… If they were really running out of time, and they couldn’t work out how to free her, well…

But, no, that wasn’t going to happen. She was going to find out the combination to Julianne’s lock, and that would be that!

Or would it? There were still an awful lot of books, and they’d gotten very lucky to find those three shapes so quickly… Was it luck, or was she not done after all? Could there be more to this puzzle? What if there were more shapes, and she had to determine which ones were the right ones? It was possible… She hoped it wasn’t, especially if it turned out that she’d have to read the books they were in to find the correct shapes, since she knew she couldn’t do that, and would have to turn to Serena, or Julianne, for help…

She should look a little more, just to be safe. If she found any more shapes, then she could decide what to do. She’d done so well at finding the third shape, it couldn’t be that bad to find a couple more, if they were there!

She squatted down, snatching up another book at random, trusting her luck to help her out yet again, opening it up, and immediately having second thoughts… And then none whatsoever as she got lost in the pretty pictures one more time, drooling and giggling… And doing something else, too.

That was what snapped her out of it, feeling the padding of her diaper grow warm and heavy, though it took another few moments for her to process that she was the cause for it, that she was releasing her bladder, wetting her pants… She frowned, pawing at the diaper, knowing that she should stop, that there was a way to put an end to the waterfall of urine cascading out of her…

But she couldn’t remember how to do that anymore, either. She recalled that she used to know that, and nothing more… Not how to stop herself from peeing her Pampers, not how to hold it to keep it from happening in the first place, not even the sensations she’d felt to tell her that she needed to go… It was like every bit of her potty training had been erased from her brain, along with her ability to read, and God only knew what else.

She dropped the book, pushing it away from her with her sneaker-clad foot, suddenly feeling much more sympathetic towards Serena and her stinky plight… After all, she now had no idea when, or if, that might happen to her, too… Her stomach churned, thinking of how much trouble her parents had potty training Rebecca, hoping that she wasn’t going to have to go through all of that again now herself…

“No more books,” she declared with a shudder. They had three shapes… If they were wrong, well, they could cross that bridge when they came to it. For now, she needed to do something else to help them get out of here, not wanting to find out what happened if they failed.

“Fifteen minutes,” the woman’s voice boomed out again, “and already, two of my babies have used their diapies. If you’d rather just stay, feel free to lie down and take a nap whenever you like,” she cackled. “Or, if either of you want a change, just let me know, dears.”

Fifteen minutes… That meant they only had… Alecia scrunched up her face, trying desperately to work out the math on her own, and failing miserably. They didn’t have as much time as they had before, she knew that much. And, as much as she would hate to use one of their hints for a change before Serena did, she also knew she wouldn’t mind getting out of this soaked, saggy diaper that was on full display beneath her crop top, and that the woman had now alerted everyone to. She didn’t dare glance over and see if Serena was looking at her, or if the girl had assumed it was Julianne who had used her diaper, but all it would take was one peek to make it obvious how far she’d fallen in those fifteen minutes…

What should Alecia do?

Ask for a change?
Try to convince Serena to stand on the shapes with the stool?
Check the sink itself?
Try to open the fridge?
Look at the pots and pans?
Or ask for a hint?

And when Serena is done with her tantrum, what should she do?

Ask for a change?
Try standing on the shapes?
Check the sink itself?
Try to open the fridge?
Look at the pots and pans?
Or ask for a hint?

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In Like A Lion

The Lioness strutted down the halls, feeling every eye turning towards her, as usual. She wondered idly if the top of her thong was peeking out from her shorts again… A part of her wanted to reach back and make sure it was, to give them all something else to gawk at. She wiggled her hips seductively, grinning to herself.

There was a chance, of course, that they were staring, instead, at what she was dragging behind herself, at the evidence of another successful job. She was called The Lioness for a reason; she always got her prey. She didn’t normally bring her kill back with her – not all of it, anyway – but in this case, it had felt appropriate.

She could hear the signature click of her heels echoing down the hallway around her, telling everyone she was coming. Red seemed like an unlikely color for an assassin, for someone who didn’t want to draw attention to herself… It was her favorite, however. And she was good enough that she didn’t care if she was seen or not… In fact, she enjoyed it when her victims knew she was coming, when they saw her in her red crop top, her red booty shorts, her red leather thigh-high boots…

The big boss of the organization had one of his usual bimbos waiting outside his office, pretending to be a secretary, though everyone knew he hired them for their looks more than any organizational skills. It was, perhaps, silly of her to think of them that way, when she was almost always wearing less clothes than them… Almost invariably, despite that, they were showing more cleavage… And had far more of it to show in the first place. Was it jealousy on her part? Maybe… But, as evidenced by all the stares she’d gotten on her way here, even more than normal, it was clear she didn’t need giant boobs like they did to be sexy.

“Wh-What is..?” the secretary frowned, looking The Lioness up and down in confusion.

“I don’t need an appointment,” The Lioness smirked. “He’s going to want to see me.”

“I-I’m not…” the other woman stammered, while The Lioness pushed past her, shoving open the boss’s office door, letting it stay open so everyone could see this.

“All done,” The Lioness declared, tossing the body onto the boss’s floor. “I told you she’d be no match for me.”

The boss’s brow furrowed, eyes darting from the body to the assassin. “What is..?”

“I told you,” she rolled her eyes, squatting down, hands on her knees. “I know what I’m doing, and I can handle a little hypnosis…”

“I’m not…” the boss began to speak, only to be interrupted by the sound of grunting.

The Lioness was confused at first, unsure of where it was coming from, if his stupid secretary was attempting to move something too heavy for her – which was probably just about anything, honestly, from the look of her – until she felt it. Until she noticed something warm and squishy and mushy slowly spreading around her bottom…

“W-Wait…” she groaned, feeling the fullness in her tummy now, feeling herself pushing, making the pile of muck grow, forming a lump in the seat of her pants, in perfect view of the bimbo behind her.

But what was she asking him to wait for? She couldn’t quite remember… Her brain was growing fuzzier the longer it went on, the more she strained, the heavier her shorts felt… Her hands clenched into fists on her knees, and rather than brushing against the leather of her boots, a soft material bunched up in them. Sweating, she glanced down, seeing a pair of long, fluffy socks on her legs, an animal’s face on top of each… An animal that was certainly not a lion. It was closer to a sheep, maybe, something soft and sweet and innocent… And beneath those, she saw a pair of red, patent leather Mary Janes, not the tall, stiletto heels of her boots.

She’d heard them out in the hallway, though! She’d heard the sound she was making, that everyone knew her by! Except… Thinking about it now, it hadn’t been the usual clicking… It had been more of a crinkle…

Her mouth went dry as her eyes moved back up her legs, stopping at the sight of something white and fluffy between her legs… Something that she had been obliviously filling, right in front of her boss, and his bimbo. She whimpered, trying to stop it, but she’d already forgotten all about how to do that, how to keep from pooping her pants like a stupid little baby…

Her eyes drifted across the floor, to where she’d tossed the body of Mommy, the woman who had been coming after villains lately, who she had been hired to take down… Except, it wasn’t Mommy at all. It was the nice, big teddy bear Mommy had given her after finding her in that ridiculous grown-up outfit and helping her realize how absurd it was for her to be wearing it, after she’d taped her into a thick, bulky diaper, where she belonged…

“I need you to deliver a little message for me, sweetie,” Mommy had told her, “so your little group never even thinks about doing anything like this again. Can you do that?”

“Uh-huh, Mommy!” The Lioness had nodded eagerly, “Whatever you say, Mommy!” She grinned up at the woman, sucking on her thumb. “Umm… What do I hafta say?”

Mommy had chuckled, reaching down, wiping a line of drool from the girl’s chin. “Don’t worry about that, sweetie… One look at you, and I’m pretty sure they’ll get it.”

The Lioness had pouted, stomping her foot. “Aww… But I can ‘member stuff real good, Mommy! I promise!”

“Really?” Mommy had raised her eyebrow. “Can you remember your ABCs for me, sweetheart?”

“Umm…” The Lioness had fidgeted, staring down at her feet. She could remember the first few! Of course, Mommy had just said them, in asking her question… And already, a second later, the order was getting murky again…

“Can you remember when to go to the potty?”

The Lioness had giggled. “That’s silly! Why would I ever need to go there when I have my diapies?”

“What a good point!” Mommy had beamed. “You’re even more clever than I thought, my little lion cub. I’m sure you’d be very good at remembering a message… But I really don’t think you’re going to need to.”

And Mommy, of course, was right. The lion cub probably could have recalled a message, if that was what her Mommy wanted from her, but that would have been just about all that was left in her head after she finished filling her diaper. Sucking her thumb, she toddled over to the huge teddy bear and plopped down onto it, giggling as she felt her mess squish beneath her, and as she started to wiggle and squirmed, realizing how good that made her feel and doing it some more, mindlessly humping away.

She had no idea, but she had, indeed, delivered her notice to her boss… After seeing what had become of her, his top assassin, after sending her off with his secretary to be given a diaper change, and put down for a nap, he had no desire to tangle with Mommy again. All he could do was hope, and pray, that, if he stayed out of her territory, she’d leave his organization alone… Because, otherwise, they were no match for her.

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Escape Room – Chapter 5

Serena wiggled her bottom, tears welling up in her eyes as she felt the mushy mass in her diaper shift, her stomach churning in response. She had to get out of this thing! There was no way she could keep going while she was trapped like this!

But… She also didn’t want to let the rest of the group down. They only had two hints, and, as little progress as it felt like they were making, they might wind up needing all of them if they wanted to get out. She was just going to have to learn to live with it… And, if they didn’t get out, she had a bad feeling this wouldn’t be the last time it happened.

She shivered at the thought, cheeks warming at the fresh memory of how mortifying it had been… She supposed she didn’t really know what would happen if they didn’t solve the escape room; it was, theoretically, only a game… And yet, after being shrunken down to the size of a toddler, having her power of adult speech taken away, and filling her pants, it was hard not to believe that there would be some serious consequences to staying here after their time was up…

She had to keep moving, to keep her mind off of that. She swallowed a whimper as she took a step, the mess squelching between her legs, reminding her anew of what she’d done, her hands curling into fists as she wrapped them around the hem of her dress, yanking it down as hard as she could, not wanting anyone else to see her.

The gate was the way out, that much was obvious. Neither of them, as far as she knew, had given it any close examination, so it was well past time to correct that, to see if there was any indication on it that would help them find out how to get it open.

Like everything else, at first glance, it did look like a baby gate, and nothing more, nothing that shouldn’t have been simple for them to pull open, or step over, normally… Now, it might as well have been the Great Wall of China. Even with the stool – which made Serena tired just thinking of dragging all the way here – she wouldn’t be anywhere close to being able to climb over.

Besides that, there was nothing, no lock, unless it was on the top, out of her sight, no visible method of release… Was all of this a waste of time?! She pouted, wanting to sit and sulk and feel sorry for herself, not thinking about what that first would actually mean until she’d plopped down, letting out a shocked, disgusted gasp as her backside sank into the muck in her pants.

She hopped up, burbling to herself and tugging at the seat of her diaper, feeling tinier and more helpless than ever. She had to get out of this place… She had to get them all out!

She gave the gate one more look, since she was over there. No visible lock, no hinges on that side that they could try to dismantle, no anything except for a bunch of cheerful, colorful bars, too close together for any of them to slip through, mocking her…

Or, actually… She frowned, leaning forward. They were very colorful, with splotches of pastel colors all over them. The colors used were very familiar, too… Looking closer, she saw that they weren’t random, either. It was hard to tell in some places, because they overlapped in ways that disguised it, but those spots of color were, in fact, in the same shapes as what she’d seen all over the floor as she toddled around the nursery…

Her eyes widened. That was the key, somehow! The shapes were connected to the gate! They were the way out! She tried to let out an exclamation of excitement, only to have it emerge as more baby babble, but that didn’t do much to quell her excitement. Finally, maybe they were getting somewhere!

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With no real idea of where to go now, Alecia looked around the room, bouncing in place anxiously, that announcement of the time that had passed weighing heavily on her mind. She snickered when her gaze came across Serena, whimpering and pulling on the hem of her dress, trying her best – and utterly failing – to hide the evidence of the accident the woman who had brought them in here had just so gleefully announced… There was definitely a part of her that wanted to go make fun of the smug little brat, really rub it in, since Serena had seemed to think Alecia was too stupid to join her and Julianne in this room…

By now, though, Alecia wished that Serena had gotten her way, and she’d have stayed back at school. And her bladder was starting to feel awfully full already, thanks to that bottle she’d been given. It was probably better not to waste any time arguing, especially when she could wind up in a situation that wasn’t much better.

Finally, for the sake of keeping things moving, she shuffled over to the closest pile of picture books, sitting down to give them a closer look. There were quite a few of them tossed around the room, enough that she felt like they had to be important… That, or they were simply set dressing, designed to waste her time. That could be anything here, honestly, so all she could do was get searching and hope for the best.

She didn’t know what drew her to the first book, but, from all of them spread out in front of her, and throughout the room, this was the one that her hand immediately moved towards, pulling it towards herself and flipping it open. Right away, her head began to swim a little, and her eyes were drawn towards the pretty pictures, wanting to just sit there and stare at them for the rest of the hour…

Alecia shook her head, made herself keep paging through the book, resisting the feeling as best she could, scanning every illustration for something, anything, that would help them out. And then, almost at the end, she found it. There, in one of the pictures, was a pink star, one that looked exactly like one of the shapes on the floor, right down to the shade of pink.

“Oh!” she gasped. She’d nearly convinced herself to go back and read the text – what little there was – to see if the hint was in that, but here it was… There was no way it was a coincidence! She hopped to her feet, thinking back to her memory of the layout of the shapes on the floor, carrying the book over to the corresponding star and stepping on it.

It didn’t feel any different from when she’d stood on any of the other shapes… But there wouldn’t be just one shape, would there? Excitedly, she looked back at all of the books. She’d gotten very lucky, she suspected, finding this one straight away… The others she needed probably wouldn’t be in the same pile, right?

She waddled over to the one closest to the star, and, trusting her instincts, grabbed the first one that felt right. She opened it up, flipping through the pages as quickly as she could, while still keeping an eye out for the shapes. She stopped only a few pages in, brow furrowed as she looked closer. Was that one of them? She could remember all of the shapes, so she should have known instantly, and yet… There was something about that image that made it so hard to look away, that made her feel a little dizzy…

“Whoa!” she pulled away, giggling slightly as the room continued to spin a bit. She frowned at the feeling of something at the corner of her mouth, reaching up to wipe away what turned out to be a line of drool. “Eww!” she pouted, wiping her hand off on her tiny crop top. “Gross!”

She was so distracted by that, it took a moment for her to recall what she was doing and get back to it, but, as far as she could tell, there were no shapes in the book… Of course, after what had just happened, she was scared to look too closely. She set the book aside and picked up another, being far more careful this time…. Still no shape.

“Oh, come on!” she whined. If she had to go through each of these books one by one, it was going to take all day! Sighing, she chose another and opened it up, and immediately, she was lost in the first picture. It was so pretty… She had to wonder what was going on in it, had to keep staring… It took a little too long for her to think to read the words to see what they said about it, and by the time she did, she couldn’t quite remember how to do that…

It was a relief when Serena came stampeding over, though Alecia couldn’t resist the chance to mock her. “Eww, don’t stand so close!” she giggled. “You’re stinky!”

Serena sniffed, her Mary Janes shuffling awkwardly as she stared down at them, but, after a second, she shook her head and pointed down at the nearest shape on the floor. “Huh?” Alecia tilted her head.

Serena stomped her foot, jabbing her finger downwards again. “I mean, yeah, I know they’re important,” Alecia shrugged smugly. “What else?” Serena pointed at the gate next. “We have to get out?” Alecia furrowed her brow. “Isn’t that, like, the whole point?”

Serena groaned, rolling her eyes. “Well, just say it!” Alecia grumbled. Serena blushed bright red, shaking her head vehemently, pointing with one hand at the shape, and the other at the gate. Finally, Alecia put it together. “Oh! Do those unlock the gate?” Serena nodded. “I bet that’s what these are for!”

She picked up the book where she’d found the pink star, holding it up to show Serena, not thinking to warn her about the funny way the pictures made her feel… Not until she’d already seen the other girl’s eyes glaze over, a silly smile crossing her face. “Sorry!” she squeaked, pulling the book away, wondering how she could have possibly been so stupid. “Serena?”

Serena shook her head, blinking a couple times before Alecia felt confident enough to explain. “There’s a star here,” she said. “And I bet there’s other shapes in some of these other books!”

Serena nodded, kneeling down, being careful not to sit completely, glancing at the last book Alecia had tried. “No, I don’t think it’s there,” ALecia told her. “But there are so many others here! There’s, like…” She turned towards the pile of books, unable to think of a proper estimate, and then making a quickly aborted attempt to count them when she couldn’t recall what came after the number three. “Like a zillion!”

Serena hadn’t stopped looking at the book, however, and, by the time Alecia had finished talking, she was pointing at a gray circle hidden in one of the pictures. “There is one of those on the floor!” Alecia exclaimed, glad she could at least remember that, no matter how much her brain had been betraying her lately, ever since she’d started looking at the picture books. “Just like the star! We did it! We found two!”

She felt very proud of herself, even if she had missed the second one on her own. “Do you think there might be more?” she wondered out loud. Serena shrugged, but glanced over at the still-trapped Julianne. Could there be a shape for all three of them? “W-We could look together,” she suggested. “I’ve already checked…” She turned back towards the pile of books, realizing only then that she hadn’t thought to put the ones she’d looked at anywhere in particular… “S-Some of them,” she blushed. “O-Or we could try the shapes we did find… Or…”

There were still so many other things in the room for them to try! She knew that working together would be faster, but the idea of tempting fate with the books yet again was kind of scary… What if she got lost in one of the pictures again, and couldn’t snap out of it? The more she’d looked at, the more real that possibility felt like… But it did seem like this was an important clue… Would it be better to leave it to Serena to finish up on her own, though, while she did something else?

What should they do?

Should Serena…

Ask for a change?
Keep looking for shapes in the books?
Try standing on the shapes they have found?
Check under the sink?
Check the sink?
Try to open the fridge?
Look at the pots and pans?
Or ask for a hint?

And should Alecia…

Keep looking for shapes in the books?
Try standing on the shapes they have found?
Check under the sink?
Check the sink itself?
Try to open the fridge?
Look at the pots and pans?
Or ask for a hint?

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It’s Just A Game

“It’s just a fun little game,” Trudy had told her. “You have to play a game at a sleepover, right?”

Isla had kept her mouth shut. She didn’t want to sound rude to her new stepsister… Or, rather, she did, but she didn’t want her stepmother to find out about it, which would almost certainly happen.

Did she blame Trudy for that? Not really… Francesca was a very stern, strict woman, and Isla couldn’t imagine what it had been like to have to grow up with her constantly there, as the only parents most of the time, judging and guiding and disciplining as she saw fit. If Isla had gone through that, and her mother had taught her to be a tattletail, she’d probably still be one at nineteen, too, just like Trudy.

It wasn’t a sleepover, though. Even putting aside the question of whether the two of them were too old for them, Isla didn’t think it qualified as one when they were simply getting used to their new status quo. Sleepovers were meant to be something special, something that only happened every now and then, on weekends and during the summer… Like it or not, they were going to be doing this every night, at least until one or both of them moved out, which their parents had agreed wasn’t prudent until they had graduated from college.

Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if Isla had gone in expecting this… Francesca’s house was larger than the one Isla’s father had owned before the marriage, so it was only natural they move in with her, and there was a spare bedroom that, for the longest time, Isla had assumed would be hers. And then moving day had come, and she’d been directed to take her boxes to Trudy’s room, where she found a second bed jammed in on the opposite wall from the first.

“We’re keeping that room open for a nursery,” her father had told her when she complained.

“Seriously?” she’d rolled her eyes. “Francesca is too old to have another baby!”

She’d gotten a look that told her she’d gone too far, and that she was lucky Francesca wasn’t around to hear. “We’re thinking about adopting,” her dad had said. “Besides, this is still nicer than the dorms, isn’t it?”

Isla wasn’t so sure… It was cheaper, certainly, but she wouldn’t have minded having some space of her own, some privacy, some freedom, even if the room itself wasn’t quite as big. She’d been close to convincing her dad to let her move out before he’d started getting serious with Francesca… Now, she knew she didn’t have a prayer, and that she was stuck with a roommate after all.

“What do you want to play?” she sighed.

“I don’t know,” Trudy shrugged, Isla’s eye twitching in response. She was the one who had wanted to play something! “There’s always the classics…”

Isla raised an eyebrow. “Are you trying to get me to have a seance?”

“No,” Trudy shook her head. “Mom would never let me get a ouija board or anything… But, like, we could do Would You Rather, or Spin the Bottle, or…”

“Are you trying to make out with me?” Isla wrinkled her nose. College was supposed to be a time for experimentation, yes… This was her stepsister, though! Even if they weren’t directly related, it was still weird.

“Huh?” Trudy frowned. “What are you…?”

“Spin the Bottle,” Isla repeated what the girl had suggested. “We’re the only two here, so…”

“What does that have to do with making out?” Trudy looked baffled. “You just spin a bottle of nail polish, and whoever the cap points has to paint one of their nails that color.” Was she really so sheltered that she didn’t know the other version of the game?! Isla couldn’t tell if she was being serious or not…

“Or…” Trudy continued. “There is one other game, of course, if you don’t want any of those… We could always play Truth or Dare…”

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After what Isla had just heard, she had no doubt this would be the simplest game of Truth or Dare she’d ever played, and probably the quickest, too. “All right,” she nodded. “Let’s do that.”

“Okay!” Trudy grinned. “You can do me first!”

“Fine,” Isla said. “Truth or Dare?”

It wasn’t shocking the slightest when she chose, “Truth.” That was how it always started out, it seemed, and, depending on the age, and boldness, of the girls playing it, it might stay on that the entire game. “What…” Isla closed her eyes, trying to recall some of the good questions she’d heard in the past, “What was your biggest childhood fear?” Trudy blushed, fidgeting on her bed. “The truth,” Isla teased. “You wanted to play a game, you can’t cheat…”

“I know!” Trudy grumbled, not sounding nearly as enthused about the game anymore. “I-I guess… Wetting the bed.”

“You wet the bed?!” Isla couldn’t help her reaction, though she immediately felt bad about it.

“N-No!” Trudy squealed. “I-I never did, but… Mom was always worried about it happening to one of my friends during a sleepover, so she’d have a package of diapers on hand… I-I was terrified I’d have an accident, and she’d put me into one of those in front of everyone…”

Apparently, Francesca was even worse than Isla had realized. “Wow… So, when you say ‘always…'”

“That’s why I stopped having sleepovers,” Trudy confessed. “I hadn’t had any for a long time, and then I decided that’s the kind of party I wanted for my sweet sixteen… I assumed, by then, she’d trust us… But she bought a package of adult diapers anyway, ‘just in case,’ and that was all I could think about all night…”

“Knowing her, I bet she still has them, too,” Isla mused.

Trudy didn’t answer, at least not out loud. “I-It’s your turn now,” she stammered. “Truth or Dare?”

Isla wasn’t messing around; that had been enlightening, but she had no interest in prolonging this more than she had to. “Dare.”

“Umm…” Trudy obviously wasn’t prepared for that, not this early in the game. “I-I dunno…”

Isla sighed. “Well, does your mom still have those diapers?” she turned her observation into a question. Trudy’s face turned bright red, but she nodded. “Why don’t you dare me to go get them and carry them in here? That would be embarrassing, if I got caught, right?”

“Definitely,” Trudy agreed. “O-Okay… I dare you to go to the closet at the end of the hall and get the diapers off the top shelf and bring them here. And if our parents see them, you have to tell them that you’re getting them because you need them.”

“Ooo,” Isla smirked. “Someone’s getting into the game now…”

She shuffled down the hall, opening up the closet door and searching inside, not seeing them at first. Finally, way in the back, she spotted the package, dusty and unopened, and, getting up on her tip-toes, she managed to grab it and drag it out. Only then did she really start to feel nervous, cheeks flushing as she hugged the package to her chest, hoping that would disguise what they were, and hurried back to the bedroom, dumping it onto Trudy’s bed.

“All right,” Isla declared. “Truth or Dare?” Now that she’d chosen the latter, there was really only one thing Trudy could say if she didn’t want to look like a chicken… And Isla knew exactly what her dare was going to be.

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“No!” Trudy whined. “I can’t do that!”

“That’s the game,” Isla shrugged.

“D-Dare me something else,” Trudy begged. “O-Or… Truth! I pick truth!”

“Too late,” Isla told her. “Come on, it isn’t that bad… I can help you.” She ripped open the package of diapers, pulling one out, the pure, white plastic crinkling in her hands. “This is for your own good… It’ll show you there’s no need to be afraid.”

“I’m not afraid anymore!” Trudy glared at her. “That was when I was a kid!”

“Well, if you aren’t afraid…” Isla said, unfolding the diaper with a snap, laying it down on the bed, “Prove it.”

Trudy still wasn’t happy about it, but she could see that she’d been backed into a corner. Reluctantly, she stripped out of her pajama bottoms and panties, sitting down on the waiting diaper, letting out a squeak as her backside sank into the waiting padding. Her stepsister took over from there, pulling the garment up, taping it snugly into place.

“Isn’t that cute?” Isla giggled. “Come on, get up on your hands and knees.”

Trudy pouted, though that didn’t stop her from obeying, groaning in humiliation as Isla patted her diapered bottom possessively. “I did it,” Trudy said impatiently. “Can I take it off now?”

“Oh, no,” Isla shook her head. “Did you forget? You have to wear it all night long…”

Trudy gasped, staring up at her stepsister. “Th-That wasn’t part of the dare! All you said I had to do was put it on!”

“Well, it is now,” Isla replied smugly, sliding Trudy’s PJ shorts back up over her feet, and the diaper, the latter leaving an obvious bulge. “Now, I think it’s past bedtime for anyone that still wets her bed.”

“I-I don’t!” Trudy insisted… But she knew that, looking at her now, that wouldn’t sound particularly convincing to anyone. Unhappily, she cuddled up under her blankets, trying to find a comfortable position in the bulky, crinkly diaper, feeling absolutely mortified to have her childhood fear come back to haunt her this way.

She was, she had to assume, why it happened… She had told the truth, of course; she’d never, as long as she could recall, had any problems with bedwetting. And yet, when she woke up the next morning, the padding between her legs felt very different, much squishier, and swollen, not to mention cool and clammy and…

“W-Wet,” she whispered, heart pounding. “I-I’m wet…”

She tried to make herself feel better by reasoning that, if it was going to happen, it was good that it had been now, when she was protected. That was also a huge coincidence, however, and she couldn’t help wondering if this was a prank, if Isla had poured water down her diaper while she’d been asleep… When she waddled to the bathroom to get cleaned up, though, and opened up her diaper, the ammonia scent that greeted her told her that wasn’t the case at all.

Her mother was up already, and she could hear the woman down in the kitchen, so there was no way she’d be able to sneak the evidence out to the garbage can outside. She stuffed it into the trash under the sink in her bathroom and hoped for the best…

But, unfortunately, when she got home from classes that day, her mother was sitting on her bed, waiting for her, ready to have a ‘talk.’

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Did she feel guilty? Of course she did… A little. Trudy had never done anything to her, so she didn’t really deserve this. On the other hand, Isla hadn’t wanted to be stuck sharing a room with her for the next year or two, or longer…

It had been so simple, too, despite how childish it had seemed. Isla had been certain it was a myth, that putting a sleeping person’s hand in warm water couldn’t possibly make them wet their bed, and yet the results spoke for themselves. That, or Trudy’s fear of being a bedwetter had been strong enough that, when treated like one, it had taken over, overrode her potty training for the night…

After that, all she’d had to do was innocently mention to Francesca that she’d found something in the trash, and, now that she thought about it, Trudy’s pajamas had looked a bit odd when she went to bed the previous night, and she came home to the sound of crying, and the thwap of wood on bare flesh. Isla stayed in the living room, listening, not wanting to interrupt, giving the mother and daughter a little more time to themselves.

When her curiosity finally did get the better of her, Trudy was back on her feet, meekly holding her dress up, letting her mom adjust the diaper underneath it… The diaper that was, somehow, even more infantile than the one Isla had put the girl into the night before, this one pink, covered in a childish design, and thicker.

“What do you mean, all the time, Mommy?” she was whining.

“I can’t trust you, young lady,” Francesca said, giving the girl’s padded posterior a pat. “If you won’t take responsibility, and tell me how long you’ve been having these issues, and would rather blame your stepsister, then I’ll just have to assume you need these full time.”

As much as she would have enjoyed watching the show, Isla knew it would seem suspicious if she just stood there silently, hoping they wouldn’t notice her. “What’s going on here?” she asked. “What are you wearing, Trudy?”

“Tell her!” Trudy begged, toddling over to her. “Tell her it was a game!” Isla frowned, tilted her head. “Isla!” Trudy stomped her foot, diaper crackling between her legs. “Tell her!”

Isla stared her right in her red, puffy eyes, seeing, from the corner of her vision, a hint of the pink diaper poking out from beneath her skirt. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, sweetie,” she smirked.

“Yes, you do!” Trudy stomped her foot again, before sinking to the floor. “You do! You do! This isn’t fair!” She melted down into a full-blown tantrum, stopped only by the threat of her mother picking up a heavy, wooden spoon.

“This just proves it,” Francesca sighed. “There’s no need for us to adopt another child… Clearly, I didn’t do a good enough job on you the first time, so we’ll just have to try again. I’m sorry, Isla, but you’re going to lose your roommate… We’re going to be moving her into the nursery.”

Trudy let out a wail, though the sight of the spoon kept her from doing anything more. Just like that, Isla had gotten her own bedroom after all, and the bigger of the two, and ensured that she wouldn’t have another younger sibling to compete with.

As they were moving Trudy’s things out of her room, however, Francesca cornered Isla. “Just so you know, young lady,” she said, “if I ever find out she was telling the truth… I’m going to be even harsher with you.”

Isla gulped, positive her stepmother had kept the wooden spoon in the pocket of her cardigan on purpose now, as a statement. “Y-Yes, ma’am,” she nodded, feeling a trickle of anxious wetness in her panties, although, luckily, a quick glance at her crotch showed her it wasn’t enough to show from the outside. There was no way Trudy would be able to prove what had happened that night… Right? If she was living in constant fear of that, however, there was a good chance this would be far from her last accident… And, sooner or later, she could very well end up in the same position she’d put Trudy in…

It didn’t feel like quite so much of a victory now, walking into the former guest room, seeing her stepsister sitting there, sniffling in her diapers. There was a very good chance that, rather than winning, she’d just set her own defeat in motion… And guaranteed that she had an enemy who was very invested in making sure that defeat happened as soon as possible…

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The Guest Room

“You’re sure she won’t mind?” Alona asked, nibbling her bottom lip as she stared at the wall of her tiny apartment, waiting for a response. “I don’t want to be a nuisance…”

“Of course not,” her father replied. “She’ll be thrilled… She’s been wanting to meet you for a while.”

Alona squirmed, trying to deduce from the sound of his voice if that was meant to be a jab at her, if there was some hidden resentment. Over the phone, it was hard to tell; that was exactly what she’d been afraid of, however, what had made it so hard for her to make this call. “I wish I could have been there at the wedding,” she told him. “It was a busy time, and…”

“Oh, it’s fine,” he said. “We understand… But we’d still love to see you, and if you can stay, that’s even better! Silvia has been working on the guest room for weeks now, so she’ll be pleased to have someone to appreciate her hard work.”

Alona’s father was, unsurprisingly, working when she arrived, and the door was answered by someone even younger than Alona had expected, barely older than her. For a moment, she thought she might have gotten the wrong address, but then the girl smiled and gave her a hug. “Hello, there!” she beamed. “It’s so good to finally see you in person, Alona!”

“Y-Yeah,” Alona blushed. “Y-You, too, Silvia.”

“You don’t have to call me that,” Silvia chuckled. “I guess it might be awkward to call me mom, but… Well, I’m sure we’ll think of something!”

That would, definitely, have been weird, since Alona mother was still alive. She’d moved across the country after the divorce, however, and it had been difficult enough for Alona to afford to get a couple cities over to her dad’s house. “Yeah, I’m sure,” Alona said.

“You are so cute!” Silvia gushed, looking Alona up and down. “I’ve seen your pictures, of course, but they just don’t do you justice! I could eat you up!” She grinned, taking Alona by the hand. “Come on, let’s get you inside! I can show you to your room.”

Alona hadn’t really known what to expect – what could Silvia have been doing to the guest room that would take weeks? – yet, no matter what she might have thought the woman was doing, there was no way she could have anticipated what was waiting when she opened up the door. “This is… my room?” she frowned, looking around uncomfortably.

“I suppose it could be, if you wanted,” Silvia smiled. “It’s the guest room, though, so it’s not like I decorated it for you, specifically…”

“That’s definitely true,” Alona mumbled. The place seemed like it had been decorated for a two year old, if she was being generous, complete with a crib, a high chair, a changing table, and shelves upon shelves filled with thick, bulky diapers. “A-Are you expecting to have a kid?” she asked, knowing it was an odd question, but thinking, in this case, it was justified. Strangely, the more she stared at the place, the more it appeared to be too big for an actual baby…

“Not anytime soon,” Silvia laughed it off, fortunately not offended. “My mom is obsessed with the idea of having a grandbaby, though, so this was my way to appease her, to show her that I’m ready, whenever it happens. It ought to keep her quiet for a month or two, anyway.” She gave Alona a wink. “And the furniture is big enough that it can still be used as a guest room until then!”

“Y-Yeah,” Alona nodded. “If people want to sleep in a crib…”

“Trust me,” Silvia told her, “it’s more comfortable than it looks. And it’s free.” Alona blushed. That was the big draw, if she was being honest… Until she could find a new job and get back on her feet, that was what she needed. “Now, let’s get you unpacked!”

She grabbed for Alona’s suitcase, starting to unzip it before the other girl could stop her. “I-I can do that!” Alona insisted. “Y-You don’t have to…”

“Alona!” Silvia shook her head, pausing and holding up a pair of the girl’s underwear. “What are these stains, young lady?” Alona wriggled, both not wanting to answer, and knowing that there was no need, that it was obvious. “I put a lot of work into this room,” Silvia scolded. “I’m happy to have you stay, but I’m not about to let you ruin all that hard work by making a mess of it already… Luckily for you, I have a perfect solution…”

An Actress Prepares

Laila was doing her best to fit in, but it wasn’t easy. Changing schools partway through her senior year made things hard enough on its own, and there were certainly days when she’d wondered if it was even worth it… Everyone already seemed to know everybody else, and trying to break into any of the pre-established friend groups was proving impossible.

So, when she saw the announcement for the school play, it had appeared to be the perfect solution. She’d always been the star, back at her old school, and maybe – just maybe – if she could get a lead role, show everyone what she had, that would impress them. And she’d probably make some new friends along the way; plays were usually good for that.

Unfortunately, like she was used to being the star, there were other kids who always got those roles at this school, and, despite what she thought was a good audition, she wasn’t able to change that. Her heart had fell the moment she looked at the top of the cast list, didn’t see her name there, and it continued to tumble the further down the list she read, until, finally, she found her role, almost preferring that she hadn’t gotten in at all.

They couldn’t be serious, could they?! Laila squirmed, wanting to run off to hide in the bathroom, peering back and forth at the other kids gathered around the cast list, praying, for once, that they didn’t know who she was, that they hadn’t seen what she was going to be. Instead, she stormed into the office of the teacher who was directing the show.

“I’m sorry,” Laila told her, proud of her acting abilities for making it sound at all sincere. “I should have told you yesterday, but I’m not sure my schedule is going to work out after all, and…”

“Oh, no!” the teacher exclaimed. “Is there anything I could do to help? I had been so worried about filling that role, and so happy when I saw you come to auditions… You’re the only one that seemed correct for it, and the show just won’t work without the right person…”

Laila shifted in place, starting to feel guilty… And a swell of pride. Had she really been that good? It was definitely not the kind of thing she normally played, yet, perhaps that was a good thing… It would be a challenge, that was true, but what kind of actress was she if she backed away from a challenge?

“Actually…” she said, “I might be able to move some stuff around…”

Laila was feeling pretty confident as she strolled into the first rehearsal, riding off the wave of the director’s praise; it didn’t last long, however, once she got the script and read her character description, and what her costume was supposed to be. The lines didn’t help much, either… There weren’t as few as she’d feared, but they were all so simple, so silly… It was hard to get through them without feeling ridiculous, and that was before she started to picture herself in the costume.

It wouldn’t be as bad as she thought, she told herself. Just because it was written that way in the script, it didn’t mean they’d stick to it… After all, there was no way they’d expect her to wear…

But then another character referenced the way Laila’s was dressed, and it turned into a whole plot point, as Laila listened, sinking further and further into her seat, wondering what she’d agreed to. Had she made a huge mistake?! Was this really going to make her any friends at this school, or was it going to make her a laughingstock?! Because, at the moment, it was feeling a lot like it was going to be the latter…