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08-05-2009
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Bouncy Bouncy Fun Fun
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Ok, here goes with the next chapter. My stories are long, so give them some time. I will make every effort to explain what's going on, but at this point in the story, the main character is JUST as confused as you are. I mean, imagine waking up one day to find you are in a toddler body and having no idea how you got there.
-------------------------------------------- Chapter 2: Moments later Crystal opened the door to his room. Will just managed to get his pacifier back into his mouth. Not only did it help his disguise, but it served as a constant reminder not to talk. “Billy!” she yelled playfully, running up to him and swooping him high into the air. She blew a zerbert on his exposed belly which almost caused him to spit out his pacifier. “I’m leaving for the day and I just wanted to play with you for a few minutes. I hate it that your mommy comes so late and you have to be alone.” She brought him back to the ground with a pretend “Boom!” and rustled his hair. “I’ll get some toy cars and we can roll them around the room.” Will couldn’t help smiling just a little. Crystal really was a sweet girl, and despite the humiliation of being picked up, and even having his diapers changed by her, Will couldn’t bring himself to be angry with her. Being around Crystal gave Will a rather confused feeling, though. From his adult perspective, she was very young, probably 10 years younger than him. She acted a bit immature, and he doubted any relationship would last between them for long. From his toddler perspective she was a good 20 years older than him, a powerful yet playful giant. If he had to be taken care of by anyone, he didn’t mind it being her. “Here, Billy, catch!” she rolled a large plastic car across the floor to him. Will caught it and rolled it back to her. “Good boy, Billy, you’re good at catching.” She clapped her hands approvingly. Will rolled his eyes. That name, “Billy,” he hated it. People had stopped calling him Billy by the third grade, it became Bill. Then, by high school it became Will from that point on. Hearing the name “Billy” again just added to his overall sense of humiliation. ‘I guess it won’t matter when I win the Pulitzer Prize for this story,’ he thought. After playing with cars for awhile, then building towers with cloth covered foam blocks, Crystal looked at her watch and stood up. “Well little Billy, I have to be going. Tell your mommy what a good boy you were today.” She picked up her purse and headed out the door. “I’ll see you in the morning.” As soon as Crystal was out the door, Will spit his pacifier onto the floor. “God! I hate this,” he mumbled. Of course there wouldn’t be any “mommy” coming to take him home. Will would stay in this room all night until the next morning. A night shift babysitter would come in shortly, feed him dinner, bathe him, and put him to bed in his crib. Will had no way of telling Crystal information without giving himself away. Will had no idea what words if any a toddler could say, so he had chosen to keep the pacifier in his mouth at all times – to not say anything. This was apparently acceptable to the women taking care of him. As far as he could tell, they believed he was a ‘real’ toddler. The women gave no indication they knew who he was. This was yet another unanswered question of Will’s, why didn’t they know? He would have thought that whoever did this to him would have told them. Yet, the daycare staff apparently had not been told. Will was determined to keep it that way. This led to the next most painfully obvious question, what had happened to him? How did he get this way? Will’s memory around the events of that day was very cloudy. He remembered working on a story about a drug rehab center called Forever Safe. The program reportedly had an almost 100% success rate in reforming drug addicts and alcoholics. It was just too good to be true, thus his newspaper, The Daily Times, had asked him to look into it. Will remembered touring the center, even sitting in a therapy session. There was nothing at all special about what he saw. He remembered more walking around, numbing details, looking at his watch bored to death. Then, all he could remember was a blinding bright light and the sensation of sinking rapidly in an elevator. Everything was a blur after that. The next days or weeks were like remembering a dream, nothing was in correct time sequence. He had no idea which day was the first or middle or last. He knew nothing other than in his dream he was a very little boy. He had assumed they were memories from his childhood, until gradually he became more and more awake and started remembering who he was, a 33 year old investigative reporter working on a report for The Daily Times. His toddler body refused to disappear as his adult memories awoke. Will looked impatiently at the clock on the wall. His babysitter would be here in half an hour, and he had to pee. ‘I must have the bladder size of a walnut,’ he thought in disgust. Almost all day long he felt like he had to pee. Disturbingly he couldn’t hold it for very long, either. He wanted to wait until moments before the babysitter arrived to relieve himself so that he wouldn’t have to sit in it for long. 30 minutes would be a real challenge. “I hate this,” he groaned. “I have to get out of here, soon.” He tried taking his mind off his full bladder by thinking about what he would write next in his report. The last 15 minutes of his wait would be in a wet diaper. |
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