by: BackToBabyHood | Complete Story | Last updated Jun 16, 2022
(Silverstone Household,
Morning of July 17th, 1994)
“Momma! Mommaaaaaa!”
Amanda stood in her crib,
clinging to its bars while facing the baby monitor resting on the nearby
dresser. She waited a few seconds, then
heard the sound of footsteps approaching.
Her heartbeat quickened, knowing that her favorite person in the world
was coming to her. As the door to the
nursery opened, Amanda smiled in delight.
“Momma!” she exclaimed,
excited to be taken out of her crib to begin another day of playing and fun.
“Good Morning, pumpkin!”
her mother sang as she walked towards the crib.
She reached in, picked Amanda up and began walking her around the
nursery as the morning sun poured in through the window.
“Do you know what we’re
doing today?” she asked, laying her daughter down on the changing table. Amanda stared up at her mother with a puzzled
look.
“Pway Meggy?” she asked, reaching
for the pacifier that was clipped to her shirt and putting it in her mouth.
“Well, Meggy is going to
be there, but it’s not just to play with Meggy,” her mother said cryptically as
she began to change Amanda’s diaper.
Amanda sucked her pacifier, trying to understand what her mother was
talking about.
After diapering Amanda, her
mother took her downstairs for breakfast.
As Amanda was placed in her high chair, she realized her mother hadn’t dressed
her. Her mother always dressed her in at
least a t-shirt after her morning diaper change. Puzzled, she began to eat her breakfast as
her mother read the morning paper.
Amanda began to drink
from her sippy cup, then looked up at her mother. “’Manda cwothes?” she asked, slightly lisping
through her sippy cup as she looked down at her nearly naked body.
Her mother looked over at
her, then smiled, brushing some of Amanda’s hair out of her face. “Such a smart little girl! Mommy is going to dress you, but she wants to
wait until after you go potty in your diaper, sweetheart. She doesn’t want your party dress to get
dirty during your changing!” she explained cheerily.
Shortly after breakfast,
Amanda did her morning business and was changed in her nursery. As she sat on the changing table in her fresh
diaper, her mother went into the dresser and took an outfit out from the top
drawer. Unlike her usual daytime attire,
which typically consisted of overalls or shorts, this was something different:
a party dress. The pink and white
garment, dotted with black polka dots was slipped over her head. Afterwards, her mother put a white headband
adorned with a flower on top of her head, packed her diaper bag and carried her
downstairs. She retrieved a bottle from
the refrigerator, filled with breastmilk that she had pumped early that morning
and placed it in Amanda’s diaper bag.
They headed for the front door, her mother retrieving a wrapped present
from the nearby entryway table. Amanda
wondered where they were going as she was carried outside to the car and
buckled into her car seat. As her mother
backed the car out of the driveway, she turned on the radio.
“Helllloooo and good morning,
folks, it’s Captain Dan DeLeon on WAHH!
You know how it goes, everyone!
As the day goes on, we bring you from the 60’s all the way up to the
80’s and even some of today’s hottest hits!
So, let’s start off today with a hit from 1963! You’ll know it when you hear it!”
Amanda stared out the
window as her mother drove down their block.
By the time they reached the first traffic light, the chorus of the song
on the radio had begun.
“It’s my party and I’ll
cry if I want to, cry if I want to, cry if I want toooooooo……..”
(Campbell Household, July
17th, 1994, 10:00 a.m.)
Amanda’s mother pulled up
to the Campbell household, parking in the driveway behind a row of cars that
had already arrived. As she unbuckled
Amanda from her car seat, she noticed another car pulling up behind hers. It was Meghan and her mother.
“Ooooo, look honey,
Meghan and her mommy are here!” she exclaimed, taking Amanda out from her car
seat and holding her up so she could see.
“MEGGY!” Amanda excitedly
squealed, clapping her hands as Meghan’s mother took Meghan out of her car
seat. Meghan waved to Amanda as her
mother threw her diaper bag over her shoulder, grabbed a small gift bag and
then walked towards them. After
exchanging compliments on their daughter’s outfits, Meghan’s mother drew closer
to Amanda’s.
“So, how do you want to
do this, Rachel? Do you want to go in
together, or………” she began, speaking in a low, hesitant tone of voice. “I already had…….you know…….’the talk’ with
Meghan. I think she understands. Right baby?”
“Ya Momma” Meghan
replied, putting her thumb in her mouth and clutching the stuffed animal that
she had ridden in the car with. Amanda
looked at Meghan with confusion, wondering what she was talking about. Meghan returned a mischievous smile that she
often used as a teenager, suggesting that she knew more than she was letting
on.
“Why don’t you go ahead,
Jenn. I’m going to talk to Amanda for a
bit before we go in,” Amanda’s mother said, kissing Amanda on the cheek and
brushing her hair with her fingers. Meghan’s
mother nodded her head, then walked towards the front door of the house. Amanda’s mother set Amanda down behind their
car, crouching down to eye-level with her.
“Mommy ok?” Amanda asked,
a look of concern and confusion on her face.
“Yes, honey. Mommy is ok, but she needs to tell you
something. Do you know where we are?”
she asked as the sound of the front door opening was heard, followed by the din
of conversation emanating from the house.
The front door closed and once again it was silent outside.
Amanda peeked around the bumper
of the car and realized for the first time where they were. It was Jocelyn’s house. Amanda began to fuss, stomping her feet
rapidly and whining as she clung to her mother in fear, still traumatized from
the time Jocelyn babysat her. The awful
memories of that day began to flood into her mind, causing her to begin to tear
up. Her mother hugged her close,
whispering in her ear.
“Shhh, shhh, shhhh, it’s
ok, honey. Everything is ok. I know you’re scared, but there’s nothing to
worry about, ok? I promise.”
“Jossey there?” Amanda asked, her eyes wide with fear.
“Hey. Hey baby girl. Look at Mommy,” her mother instructed, gently
placing her hands on either side of Amanda’s head and looking into her eyes. “Remember when Mommy said Jossey wasn’t going
to hurt you anymore? Remember when she
told you that she would protect you no matter what?”
Amanda stopped fussing as
she looked into her mother’s eyes. It
was an intense, powerful look that caused Amanda to suddenly feel as if she was
safe from anything and anyone. She
nodded her head as her breathing slowed, her anxiety and fear dissipating. Her mother kissed her forehead, then began to
explain why they’d come to Jocelyn’s house.
“That’s my brave, sweet
little girl. Now, we were invited to
Jocelyn’s party. We’re going to go
inside and pretend like Jocelyn never did anything mean to you, ok?”
“Why Momma?” Amanda asked
in a whisper.
“Baby, you just need to
trust me. Mommy will tell you one day,
she promises. For now, you just need to
trust mommy, ok?”
Amanda nodded her head,
then looked past the car bumper again towards the house. “We hafta?” She asked wearily.
“Yes, we have to
baby. Just hold onto Mommy. You don’t have to say anything to anyone. You can play with Meghan, sweetheart. It’ll be over before you know it” she
assured, picking Amanda up from the ground.
“Are you ready?”
Amanda nodded her head
wearily and with that, she was carried towards the front door of the Campbell
household. Her mother rang the doorbell
and after a few moments, Jocelyn’s mother appeared.
“Rachel! You came!”
Jocelyn’s mother exclaimed, leaning in to kiss Amanda’s mother on the
cheek. She then turned to Amanda and her
face turned to one of theatrical fawning.
“Oh. My. Gosh. Amanda’s such an
adorable little girl!” she gushed, stepping outside and shutting the front door
behind her. “Oh, her dress is just so cute!”
she commented, grabbing the hem of Amanda’s skirt and running the fabric
through her thumb and index finger. “Did
you get it at Yup-E Baby?” she asked, staring at Amanda’s mother expectantly.
“Um, no actually. Target,” Amanda’s mother began. “Their baby section has some cute things
and………”
“Oh, of course! Look, they’re just going to grow out of it
anyway, so who cares if the colors fade and it falls apart after a few washes,
right?” Jocelyn’s mother said with a look of complete seriousness devoid of any
trace of self-awareness.
Amanda’s mother took a
deep breath and swallowed.
Unfortunately, this was Caroline Campbell. Caroline Campbell and her husband, Chris were
not exactly known for their tact. They
were the quintessential yuppies, worshipping at the alter of materialism and
prestige, real or imagined. This was the
part that Amanda’s mother had been dreading more than anything, even more so
than returning to the place where she had deceived Jocelyn into thinking she
was going to have an exciting fling.
“Right, well, thank you
so much for inviting us, Caroline” Amanda’s mother offered, doing her best to
bite her tongue.
“Oh, of course! Close friends and family only! Oh, by the way,”
she began, lowering her voice and stepping closer. “I’ve been talking to Jenn
since your daughters’ treatments started.
I explained everything to Chris and Kelly, but nobody else in there
knows what happened to them,” she assured.
She leaned forward, giving Amanda a patronizing look. “Not that you care, widdle girl! You probably don’t know what us grownups are
talking about anymore, do you?” she said, tickling Amanda’s tummy with her
finger. Amanda pushed it away, turning
her head and burying it into her mother’s neck.
“Awwww, someone’s shy,
isn’t she?” Caroline suggested, flashing her fool’s gold smile once more. Amanda’s mother was now compelled to cut
through the miasma of obvious bullshit and get down to business.
“Caroline, I’m glad to be
here but if this is just for close friends and family, why invite me?” Amanda’s
mother asked bluntly, causing Caroline’s faux smile to melt away. Her lips straightened and a look of stern
seriousness now overtook her face.
“Look, this whole thing
with Jocelyn and the police……it’s embarrassing to us. We’re the Campbell’s for Christ’s sake! We’re the perfect family! If people knew our daughter was a drug
addict? The thought is just abhorrent! Simply abhorrent, Rachel! The country club would be abuzz about it,
which would mean we simply couldn’t show our face at the holiday party. I’m sure it’s not embarrassing for you and
Jenn. I mean everyone knew your
daughters weren’t exactly on the Dean’s List….”
Amanda’s mother cocked
her head and shot Caroline a look that telegraphed “Are you fucking kidding
me?” without her having to say a word.
Caroline cleared her throat, then straightened her back, clasping her
hands in front of her waist.
“Well, that came out awkwardly,
didn’t it? I’m sorry, my nerves have
been getting the best of me lately,” she offered in a tone that was about as
apologetic as she was capable of. “Let
me explain,” she began.
“The night Jocelyn had
her little ‘encounter’ with the law, she said she was going to your house to
babysit Amanda. Well, I know the police
came to ask you if that was true. I’m
sure they told you what happened to Jocelyn,” she explained.
“Well, they said Jocelyn
had drugs in her car…..” Amanda’s mother began, before she was cut off by
Caroline.
“We don’t need to say it
out loud, Rachel,” she snapped, looking around nervously once again.
“Regardless, we were able
to keep things quiet and our lawyer was able to make an arrangement with the
state. Jocelyn won’t have a criminal
record. She won’t be going to Harvard
this year but things could have been much worse, all things considered” she
explained, biting her lower lip. Then, her
faux smile returned. “That being said,
Rachel, we would really, really appreciate it if you never mentioned
this embarrassing little incident to anyone, ever. Can we agree on that?” she asked, looking at
Amanda’s mother expectantly.
Amanda’s mother grinned,
nodding her head. “Oh, I don’t think
you’ll ever have to worry about that, Caroline.
As far as I’m concerned, it never even happened.”
“That’s just what I
wanted to hear,” Caroline said, looking relieved. “Now, why don’t you come inside? The catering is to die for! Just Desserts makes the most incredible
macarons in the world!”
(Campbell Household, July
17th, 1994, 10:16 a.m.)
Amanda played with Meghan
on the living room floor of the Campbells’ house. She had managed to distract herself from her
anxiety of being in Jocelyn’s home by playing with the toys her mother had
brought with her. Still, she found
herself looking around every so often to see if Jocelyn had entered the room. Amanda found it odd that Jocelyn still hadn’t
appeared at what was presumably a party for her. Still, as long as she was close to her mother,
she felt safe enough.
Suddenly, the sound of
glass being struck sounded out through the living room.
“Ok, everyone,” Caroline
announced as she clinked a teaspoon against the crystal glass holding her
mimosa. “First of all, I just wanted to
thank you all for coming, especially my new favorite person in the
world, Rachel Silverstone!” Caroline announced, flashing a patronizing smile
towards the woman. Amanda’s mother
looked around the room at the guests, then forced a half-smile while raising
her glass.
“So, I’m sure you’re all
wondering where the guest of honor is.
She’ll be here soon, but first we wanted to show you all a little video
to set the mood!”
“They made a video?”
Amanda’s mother whispered as she leaned in close to Meghan’s mother.
“Are you surprised?”
Meghan’s mother whispered back, rolling her eyes.
Amanda and Meghan sat on
the floor at their mothers’ feet as the video began.
“Jocelyn Campbell: A
Journey Towards Greatness” appeared in white cursive lettering against a blue
background. A picture of a smiling
Jocelyn holding her Harvard acceptance letter materialized under the
title.
What followed was a photo
montage memorializing all of Jocelyn’s celebrating various academic achievements,
from pre-school through high school.
Olympic-style music played throughout as various milestones were shown:
her first time making the Honor Roll, her third-grade science fair victory,
The first photo of
Jocelyn holding her Harvard acceptance letter reappeared, but a different title
now appeared on top of it.
“We Are So Proud of You,
Jocelyn! But, Even The Greatest Journeys
Sometimes Have A Little Detour…….”
The triumphant music that
had been playing slowly faded out, while a sweet, childish melody that sounded
like it was playing from a music box faded in.
New pictures began to appear on the screen, which looked much more
recent than those that had been shown before.
“Week One: The Detour
Begins!” the first one said, depicting a confused-looking Jocelyn who was
sitting on her bed with a band-aid on her arm and a dour expression on her
face. The picture slowly dissolved as
another took its place.
“Week Two: It’s Working!”
the second one said, which now showed a much-younger looking Joceyln. She looked to be about twelve years old, her
eyes wide with confusion as she sat in her father’s lap.
“Week Three: Almost There!”
the next one proclaimed, while a five-year-old Jocelyn clung to her teddy bear
and stared back at the attendees from the screen, her thumb in her mouth and
looking rather fearful.
Amanda and Meghan turned
and looked at each other in shock, realizing what had become of their former
friend as the attendees whispered to each other in confusion and shock.
That’s when Jocelyn’s
mother and father stood up, turned off the TV and announced in unison
“Everyone, welcome back Baby Jocelyn!”
It was then that a
two-year-old Jocelyn Campbell was rolled out to the living room by her younger
sister in a pink bassinet, wearing nothing but a white Huggies disposable
diaper and a white baby bonnet. The
little girl’s eyes grew wide as she saw the attendees assembled in the living
room. Family members, neighbors and
former friends alike. She sat up on her
knees, surveying the room. After a few seconds of silent realization, Baby
Jocelyn struggled to suppress her urge to cry, her lip trembling as tears began
to well in her eyes. Her mother walked
over to the bassinet and picked the distraught little girl up.
“Oh, I’m sorry she’s so
shy, everyone. She’s been getting used
to this whole ‘being a baby again’ thing!
She’ll settle down in a bit.
Kelly? Why don’t you get your baby
sister her bottle?” her mother suggested.
Kelly ran off to get her
older (younger) sister’s bottle as Jocelyn was handed off to her father. A
playpen was rolled out to the middle of the living room and Jocelyn was
unceremoniously deposited inside with her bottle while her mother proceeded to
recount the embarrassing details of Jocelyn’s “treatment” and explain to the
guests how her formerly college-bound daughter came to be a diaper-clad
toddler.
Jocelyn sat in her
playpen and began to suckle from her bottle as her mother publicly chronicled
her daughter’s descent into babyhood. Joceyln
had no choice but to sit in the infantile prison, helpless to do anything but
listen as her mother spoke about her openly as if she wasn’t even in the
room. When the discussion turned to
Jocelyn losing her potty training, the little girl toddled to the side of the
playpen, held onto the rail and looked at her mother with pleading eyes. She desperately used what few words she had left
to express her displeasure.
“Momma no! No tell!” she protested, to which her mother
responded by casually inserting a pacifier into her daughter’s mouth.
“Shush, Jocelyn! Drink your ba ba while Mommy tells everyone
about your treatment!” she commanded in a firm, perturbed tone. Amanda’s mother silently observed the scene
and noted the contempt in the woman’s voice.
Her instincts were right.
Caroline didn’t view Jocelyn’s predicament as an opportunity to
reconnect and bond with her daughter, to correct wrongs that could now be righted. Instead, she saw it as an embarrassment and
blemish on the family’s image and reputation.
For a moment, Rachel almost felt sorry for the beleaguered toddler
trapped in the playpen.
Jocelyn began to suck the
pacifier, a look of pained indignity on her face as she let go of the railing
and crawled to the other side, reaching for her teddy bear for comfort. She looked over and saw Amanda and Meghan
sitting side-by-side, staring at her with satisfied looks on their faces. Jocelyn realized that she was now no better
than the two girls she had hoped would take the fall for her. She could barely
talk, just like them. She wore diapers,
just like them. She drank from a bottle
and was fed in a highchair. Her former
academic achievements and accolades no longer meant anything. She was back to square one, just like
them. She looked away from her former
friends in shame, then realized that several of the neighborhood children had
gathered around the playpen to gawk at the toddler who had formerly babysat
many of them.
Jocelyn stared up at
them, clinging tightly to her teddy bear.
She realized that they’d probably be babysitting her now. She felt trapped. There was nowhere to look or go that didn’t
invite indignity and humiliation. Overwhelmed,
she instinctively toddled back to the side of the playpen towards her mother.
“And what about her
acceptance to Harvard?” one of the neighborhood mothers asked as Jocelyn drew
near. “Will they hold her spot when
she……..grows up again?”
Caroline rolled her eyes,
gulping down another swig of mimosa.
“Oh, we obviously withdrew her acceptance from Harvard. She’ll have to earn it all over again, but
we’re going to make sure she gets off to an even better start than last
time. I just received her acceptance
letter for Edmunson Daycare, which is the top daycare in the state her mother
boasted, straightening her posture and looking down at her daughter.
“I…..no go caw…caw-wedge
momma?” Jocelyn stammered.
“No, honey. You won’t be going to college for a long time. Kelly will be in college before you,
sweetheart. Maybe she won’t embarrass
the family before she does” she replied dismissively. “After all, how can you go to college when
you can’t read anymore? Oh, which
reminds me…….” she trailed off, reaching beside the couch and taking out a
bucket filled with baby blocks. Her
mother emptied the bucket beside Jocelyn, spreading them out on the floor of
the playpen.
“You’re going to have to
learn how to read alllll over again!
In fact, why don’t you start with these, honey?” her mother suggested,
handing one of the blocks to Jocelyn.
Jocelyn looked at the block, stared at it and for the first time
realized she had forgotten her ABCs. As
she stared at the block in horror, she heard a voice behind her.
“Hi baby girl!”
one of the children whom Jocelyn had babysat several times exclaimed, peering
down at her from the playpen. The
nine-year-old girl whom Jocelyn had babysat only a few months ago was no
towering over her. “Is your diaper clean
and dry?” she asked, smiling down at her.
Jocelyn looked down at her diaper, unsure if it actually was.
It was then that Kelly
joined the group of girls gathered around the playpen.
“Um, Kelly? We were just wondering if Jocelyn needed a
diaper change! Can we help change her if
she does?” one of them asked hopefully.
“I’ll check her!” Kelly
announced, picking Jocelyn up from the playpen and standing her in the middle
of the group of children. Jocelyn
groaned through her pacifier as her diaper was checked by her younger sister. Amanda watched with amusement as her former
tormentor was reduced to a living doll, completely at the mercy of her younger sister
and her friends.
“Let’s play house with
Jocelyn! She can be the baby and we can
be the mommies!” one of the girls exclaimed.
“Good idea!” Kelly
exclaimed. “Mommy, we’re going to play
house with Jocelyn!” Kelly announced, prompting her mother to indifferently nod
her head.
Amanda and Meghan watched
as Jocelyn was carried away by her sister, the neighborhood children eagerly
following behind. Jocelyn stared at them
as she was carried away, her eyes pleading for help. Amanda and Meghan turned to each other, then
turned back to Jocelyn and waved “bye bye” in unison. Amanda and Meghan returned to their toys as
Jocelyn pleas of “No! Noooooo!” faintly
cut through the din of the party.
A few minutes later,
Kelly was heard calling out to her mother.
“Mommy! Jocelyn pooped her diaper! Can I change her?”
“Sure, honey, sure…..”
her mother drunkenly replied, half-asleep on the couch.
Jocelyn was laid down on
a changing mat by her sister as the children gathered around to watch their
former babysitter get her diaper changed.
Jocelyn sat in her dirty diaper, sucking her thumb and struggling to
hold back tears as the neighborhood children pointed and laughed. Kelly returned from Jocelyn’s nursery holding
a fresh diaper, baby powder and wipes.
Jocelyn tried to get up and toddle away, but Kelly easily prevented her
from doing so.
“Now, now! Be a good girl Jossey or Big Sis Kelly is
going to have to spank you!” she scolded, laying her sister on her back for her
diaper change.
Jocelyn stared up at the
ceiling as Kelly began to change her.
Inside her, a damn had burst. She
couldn’t hold it in any longer. The
finality of what she had become had finally set in, just as her sister removed
the tapes from her soiled diaper and began to change her.
“Ewwww! She pooped so much!” one of the children
commented.
“You’re a stinky little
baby, Jossey!” another exclaimed.
As her sister lifted her
legs in the air by the ankles to wipe her dirty bottom, Jocelyn screwed her
face, let out a few choked sobs and began to cry.
And why not? It was her party. She could cry if she wanted to.
Another Way, Another Day
by: BackToBabyHood | Complete Story | Last updated Jun 16, 2022
Stories of Age/Time Transformation