Day at the Beach

Chapter 1
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“Suntan lotion...check! Towel...check! Bathing suit... check! Sunglasses...check! Magazine...check! Book...check! Back up clothes...check! Visor...check! Cell phone...check! All set for a day at the beach,” I said to myself as I put everything in a small bag except for my bathing suit, sunglasses, and visor. “Now if my family can leave me alone the entire time, I could actually enjoy myself.”

My hopes were quickly dashed away when my dad called out for me, “Sophia-kit-kit-kitty cat! Come in the living room for a minute?”

“Yea, just a minute, dad!” He still doesn’t get that I hate it when he calls me that, I thought with disgust. I grabbed my bathing suit and put it on. For a minute I modeled for myself in my mirror. Black, curly hair that framed my white and Latino face, with my blue eyes dancing dangerously in the light. My purple two piece bathing suit clung tightly to my 16 year old young body, and I smiled at my newly waxed bikini line and legs.

I took a few more seconds to get my sweat pants, a T-shirt, and flip-flops on and just opened my door when my dad called out again, “Sophia!”

I ran to the living room, where my very white dad, Mickey, Tammy, and Brad were already waiting. “Here, dad.” I said, breathlessly. We practically lived in a mansion, and I hated it. For some odd reason we had to move away from our house that we’ve had since Mickey, my older brother, 18, was born. Tammy and Brad, ages 11 and 8, would be fine, but they didn’t have a lot friends there. Mickey and I did!

“What? No daddy, or papa, like when you were a little girl?” Dad teased me.

“No.” I said simply and dryly. “I’m not a little girl anymore, and I won’t act like one.”

“So everyone,” he continued completely ignoring me. “Since this is the first time going to the beach in a new town, how about we all go get some new bathing suits?!” He sounded enthusiastic, but I have no idea why.

“Already got one.” Mickey and I said together. Sometimes, Mickey could be an ass, but one of the few things we agreed on, was that we didn’t like the whole new theme dad had going on.

“Can I get a two piece?” Tammy asked. I smiled at her. A maturing little girl was defiantly the thing to stop dad in his tracks.

Dad just laughed, which surprised me. If there was a single thing I remembered about dad and my childhood, it was that he was overbearing, overprotecting and totally against growing up. “Sweetie,” dad started out, “Don’t you remember the conversation I had with you and Bradley earlier?” Tammy nodded. “Good, then you already know the answer to that. Mickey, Sophia, we’re going to go get the bathing suits on the way, so if you want, just stay in the car.”

We just stared at him for a moment. This was completely unheard of and undad-like. Dad was obsessed with us never growing up and family togetherness. We all climbed into the car, neither Mickey nor I asking, like we usually did, of whether or not we could drive.

In a few minutes, we parked outside of an old shop that had on its sign “Foun O’Yout Toy and Cloth store". “You’re going to get bathing suits at a toy store?” I asked.

“Of course. Every piece of clothing here is hand made and I called a couple of days ago to get them made.” Although I always had wanted something made by hand made just for me, I didn’t trust what dad wanted me to wear anyway, but especially not now with him acting like an alien. “Come on Bradley, Tammy, let’s go.”

As soon as they entered the store, Mickey turned to me from the front seat and asked, “Is it just me, or is dad acting really weird?”

“I kinda got that feeling too. But nothing we can do about it now.” I opened my door and fumbled in my purse. “You have a cig?” I asked looking up.

He reached into his pocket and asked, “What would dad say if he knew you were smoking?” Mickey handed me a cigarette.

I took it from him and shut my door. “It’s not what he’ll say that I’m afraid of, it’s what he’ll make me watch. Remember that after school shit he made us watch about sex?”

Mickey laughed, “Yea, that really sucked. Are you just going to go in the alleyway there?” I nodded and pulled out my lighter. “’Kay, then I’ll join you.”

He slammed his door and walked into the alleyway with me. We stood with our backs to a brick wall for a couple of minutes just smoking, no talking. It was times like these that I really appreciated my older brother. Just me and him standing there, no communication, just relaxing.

I finished mine and put a tictac in my mouth and offered one to Mickey. He refused and started to smoke another cigarette. Just as I got on to the street, I was hit with a stroller, and I heard children’s laughter.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” A brunette woman with jade green eyes said from behind the stroller.

I rubbed my knee for a second, then without inspection, I said, “No problem, no harm done. I should’ve been looking both ways anyway.”

“Sorry if it’s none of my business, but did you just move here? It’s kind of a small town and we know just about everyone.” She asked while attending to her children.

“Yea, just about my whole family did.” I said. “Oh you two are sooooo cute!” I leaned down and cooed the woman’s two babies. A boy that looked nothing like his mother, and a girl that looked like both her brother and mother. I leaned down and cooed the woman’s two babies. A boy that looked nothing like his mother, and a girl that looked like both her brother and mother.

The mother grinned, “If you really think so, then you could baby sit them some time.” She offered. “They don’t have a father around and I’m always busting my hump looking for someone to watch them besides my folks. Oh, excuse me for forgetting, I’m Samantha O’Yout,” Samantha offered her hand.

I took it. “I’m Sophia. So O’Yout like the store right here?”

“Yes, that’s right. My parents own it and I make some of the clothes here.”

“That’s cool, my dad, sister, and one of my brothers just went in there for some bathing suits. So are you serious about the babysitting thing?”

“Absolutely.” I wrote down my home and cell phone numbers and gave it to her. “Oh, are you Rick McCay’s daughter?”

“Yea, how’d you know?”

“I make the clothes here. Sometimes I have to call up the people I make them for.”

“Oh, sure. So, this might be against some code or something, but could you tell me what my dad told you to make?”

“I don’t know who what was made for, but he did tell me to make a navy blue bikini with violet and red sand dollars that connect the sides of the under piece and the back of the top.”

I looked shocked. “Wow, that actually sounds cool.”

“So why the surprised face?”

“My dad never does anything cool. It wouldn’t have surprised me if he told you to make a one piece with the Little Mermaid for my size, but this... Just... I don’t know.”

Samantha’s baby girl started to cry. “Shh, shh, shh, Sydney. I better go now, I think Sydney needs a change and Thomas needs to go down for his nap. I’ll call you when I need a baby sitter. Bye.”

“Bye.” I walked to the minivan even more confused. A minute after I got in, Mickey came in, and five minutes after that, Tammy, Brad, and dad all shoved brown paper bags with the name of the store in the back of the minivan.

“Everyone ready to go to the beach?” Dad called out from the driver’s seat. Tammy and Brad screamed in unison “Yea!” while Mickey and I silently examined our windows.

On our way to the beach again, I said, “I just met the woman who made the bathing suits, and she told me what mine looked like.”

“Yea? And then what?”

“Well, she offered me a babysitting job. And the bathing suit design, well, it sounded...kind of cool so I might try it on.” I reluctantly said.

“I just hope it fits,” dad said, and he, Tammy, and Brad busted out laughing. We drove through a forest and reached a private, tree covered beach. Looking at it, I got pissed because I saw I couldn’t tan here. Off in the corner, was a restroom building, a grill, and a picnic table.

“Sophia, Tammy, you girls can go change in the restroom.” Dad said handing Tammy two brown bags and me my own bag. “Mickey, Bradley, just go into the woods and get changed or wait your turn for the rest room,” He handed Bradley two brown bags. “And I’ll start up the grill and you kids can go swimming.”

Tammy and I walked into the restroom building and she ran into a stall with the two bags. Shaking my hand, I walked into the stall next to hers and said, “Tam, hand me my bikini.” I reached my hand under the little opening underneath the wall.

Something that felt like velvet, cashmere, and silk was put in my hand and I felt amazing. I withdrew it and saw the navy blue bikini that Samantha had described to me. In my rush to put it on, I hadn’t noticed that my sweat pants and bikini bottom fell off me like blankets. All that was left on me was a useless bikini top and a T-shirt that covered me like a dress. I quickly threw those off me. I put the bikini top on and then just before I put the bottom, I looked at the tag, wondering what it was, but I couldn’t read any of it. All I could read was a “3” and next to that was the signature “Samantha O’Yout” which was illegible to my brain.

I shrugged and put the bottom on my crotch. After that, I smoothed out my top that clung to my flat chest, and walked out of the stall, proud of myself. First thing I did was look in the mirror, but I found that I couldn’t reach it. I tried to remember if they were up this high when I first came in there, but it was like a fog in my brain, and I couldn’t see through it.

From behind me, a stall door opened and I turned around, expecting to see Tammy come to the bottom of my chest, but instead I barely came to the top of her waist. I looked up at my sister and she looked like an older version of me. Black, surly hair that framed her white and Latino face. She wore a white one piece with a red horizontal stripe running up her right side, and a string of hearts on waist line.

“Daddy lied!” Tammy cried out. “He said I’d be bigger than you! I thought I would’ve been eighteen! Not eight!” That’s when dad came into the restroom building.

“I didn’t lie, Tammy. Look at Sophia...” Tammy took a good look at me while dad placed his hand on my head. “Sophia is two years younger than you.”

“What the hell is going on, dad?!” I screamed at him. “Why am I a fucking little girl?”

Dad chuckled. “You should settle down, Sophie baby, or else you might not be able to use those big girl words, or any other words for that matter. Just go outside and play in the sand while I have a word with your ?big’ sister.”

I crumbled on the floor, crying, and then Tammy picked me up by my armpits and put me on the stainless steal counter while she and dad argued about her age. My butt fell into the sink and my lower back was pushed into a stainless steal faucet, making me cry out. Tears started running down my eyes as I tried to shimmy myself out of the sink, only making the faucet sting more of my bruising lower back. Tammy grabbed me again, put a towel around me, and hugged me. I pushed myself away from her and ran out of the restroom building, and what I saw next was too terrible for my tiny self.

There was a twelve year old Brad, holding a tiny little baby in a blue blanket. I started shrieking and the baby started to cry. Brad tried calming the baby by rocking him back and forth saying, “Don’t worry Mickey, it’s just Sophia being a spaz.”

Dad and Tammy followed me from behind. “Why did you make Brad the oldest?” Tammy asked, puffing her cheeks angrily in a little girl way. I turned around suddenly and fell on my back, making my bruise sting painfully enough for me to cry out.

“You’re...you’re not going to turn me into a bay-b-b-baby... are you?” I stammered out, making dad laugh again, my horror steadily growing in my chest.

“I’ll tell you what, Sophie, if you are a good little three year old today, I’ll change your age. Okay?” I nodded while shaking violently. “Okay. But if you’re not...Well, let’s just say that the nursery can fit two baby brats in it.”

I sat on the ground for a moment before realizing what was going on in my body. “Dad...Daddy,” I caught myself. Three year olds call their dads daddies.

“Yes, Sophia-kitty-cat?”

“I have to use the...potty chair...to go number one...I guess.” I muttered out the last part, trying to think of any more euphemisms I may need to get through the day.

Dad chuckled to himself again, and I suddenly knew that I was in the middle of potty training. “Okay, Tammy, go help your sister undo her bathing suit and get on the toilet.” He told her, handing her leather gloves. “Oh, and before I forget...Sophia, if you’re going to go swimming, and remember lots of little children do, you’re going to have to wear little swimmers diapers. There’s some in the bag. Oh, and Tammy,” She looked at him while putting the gloves on. “I think you should know, there’s plenty of those little swimmers to go around, and you might want to act like a little girl too...because the same rules apply to you and Sophia.”

Tammy led me back into the restroom building by leather hand and immediately opened a stall when the door was shut and locked. Just before Tammy shut the stall door, she shuffled through the brown bag and withdrew a pack of large little swimmers and extra large, and tears started flowing from her eyes as she ripped the top of the large size package and put it in the stall, and put me on the toilet.

I know knew that Tammy and I were in the same boat. If we were good little semi-babies, then we might get progressed. I no longer completely trusted dad, and he betrayed Tammy too, apparently, even if she had known about Mickey and me getting turned into toddlers.

After I was done and flushed the toilet, I began to put the swim diaper on. When that was done, I donned the rest of my bathing suit and left the stall. I saw Tammy wearing her one piece; only I saw Dora’s smiling face through it.

“Tammy?”

“Yea?”

“What did dad do to us?”

“What do you think? He turned us into babies!” I heard the sarcasm that I used when I was the elder sister.

“I kinda figured that out. We’re both wearing a diaper, even though I’m probably the only one that’ll have to use it, and Brad’s over at the picnic table playing with baby Mickey.”

“So? There’s nothing we can do about it anyway. Just act like a little girl and hope that dad will at least turn us tweens.”

“Tell me how he did this. Maybe we can do it to him.”

Tammy looked at me straight in the eye and said, “There’s no hope, Sophie.”

I put my back to the stall wall and slowly slumped to the floor. “I was almost out of here. Just two more years and I would’ve been to college.”

“I almost had boobs.”

Then I realized something. “I can hardly remember anything! I can only remember the big, general things.” Tears started to flow from my eyes again and Tammy sat on the opposite wall from me, underneath the sink with all the open pipes.

“I know. That’s how it works. You only vaguely remember all the big stuff. It’s suppose to be for people who want to retake school and stuff, to make it so that they don’t have an unfair advantage. I can’t even remember any my friend’s names. And I guess dad wanted to use it so we couldn’t convince anyone we were actually big...” A pounding came from the door.

“Girls! Bradley and Mickey are ready to go swimming!” Dad called out from behind the door. Tammy wiped away her tears and picked me up from off of the floor and led me by hand outside. Dad peered closely at us. “You two were in there for an awfully long time...What were you doing?”

“I...forgot how to use the potty and almost pee-peed on myself. Then Tammy taught me how to do it again,” I said. Dad giggled to himself. I looked over to the beach and saw Brad and Mickey already playing in the water. Mickey was wearing a red and white striped one piece, with a little hat that I would’ve thought was extremely adorable if I wasn’t afraid that I might be wearing something similar soon.

Mickey laughed and giggled like he was having the time of his life splashing around with Brad, who was wearing a plain dark blue bathing suit. Tammy leaned over and whispered to me, “Mickey must’ve been double regressed. That means he was turn younger, than turned even younger so he wouldn’t have remembered that he was a big kid.” It just barely made sense to me, and I was getting a headache from it.

Dad turned to me and smiled warmly. “Look at little Mickey, Sophia-kit-kit-kitty-cat. Would you like to join him?”

I gulped and forced a smile. “Yes, daddy, I would like to play with my baby brother in the water.” My syrupy sweet tone made me sick saying it to this horrible man that was suppose to be my father, who was suppose to treat me well, who was suppose to look out for my best interest. But no, instead I’m being towered over by a man who put almost all of my siblings and myself into diapers, and now I’m suppose to be his little dolly and play along with one of the traitors and the one that has newly found innocence.

I ran over to play with Brad and Mickey, and Tammy soon followed. For about an hour, we played in the shallow water, had splashing and diving contest, and made sandcastles. Even though it makes myself sick to admit it, but it was actually fun. A couple of times, Tammy and I made cute little girl giggles and we forgot our predicament for a little bit. I was actually staring to hope that daddy...I mean dad, had done a good deed.

“Dinners on!” Dad screamed from in front of the grill. We all raced from the water with little hesitation. Tammy and I giggled little fits when Brad let us win first and second place while he guided little Mickey by hand, who seem to have little trouble keeping his balance. Dad walked to the minivan and produced a twin highchair and put in by the table that was filled with hotdogs, hamburgers, salads, and baby food that was for Mickey. He then put on leather gloves and put me in the right side of the chair, while Brad put Mickey in the left. Brad tied a bib that had “1 and a ? and proud of it” stitched on it.

Dad was just about to tie a bib on me when I protested. “Daddy! I don’t need a bib! Bibs are for babies.”

“Sophia, I told you, you had to act like a little girl if you want me to change your age. Now, arguing doesn’t sound like something a little girl would do, is it?” Dad asked while attaching the Velcro. It was upside down and I had to concentrate to figure out what it was.

“I thought little girls could argue... So you can still make me older.” Then I realized what was stitched on the bib...A big, purple “1”...I gasped and my hand flew to the Velcro...

I looked at daddy and waited for him to put the soft mushy stuff in my mouth. I tried to point to the mushy stuff and daddy said, “I guess someone changed her mind.” And put the hard, bendy thing that had the mushy stuff in my mouth. I saw my big sister Tammy look at me like she was about to cry and I waved at her. She put her hands on her face and sobbed.

Sophia is now one, and Tammy is all alone, betrayed and helplessly waiting for her inevitable completion of her regression. Brad won’t help her, and the only person she could confide in was Sophia, who is now happily slurping down baby food, and now she has to figure out a way to get herself out of this predicament. Her story is the sequel to Fout O’Yout: Day at the Beach and the third Fout O’Yout story entitled Fout O’Yout: Beach Babies.

 

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