Sweet Treat

Chapter 1
Sweet Treat

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Chapter Description: A nice thought might not have the desired effect

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The temper tantrum was in full force, as it always when her little sister and brother didn’t get their own way. And of course this Halloween they weren’t going to get their own way, not with their big sister and her friend watching over them as they went trick or treating.

“It’s not fair! We’re old enough, we’ll be twelve next month!” Her sister, Greta, was saying loudly while her brother, younger by just two minutes, nodded in agreement. It was clear that the anger was just a ruse to try and make mum let them have their own way, to let them go out trick or treating on their own.

But mum wasn’t having any of it.

“When I say no, little lady, I mean no. Any more of this and neither of you will be going out trick or treating, instead you’ll stay home and do your homework” The twins pale at this, they hate doing their homework. Mum, a woman in her mid 40s called Trina, looks over to her eldest daughter, a women in her mid twenties called Trisha.

“Don’t let them get into trouble, same for you” Trisha looks down at her younger siblings and smiles.

“I’ll keep an eye on them, mum, don’t worry. Maybe I should use those baby straps, keep them close by” The twins look at one another, clearly seeing that thought in their heads and hating it.

“Just keep an eye on them, that’s all I’m asking”

“I will, we’ll be back in a couple of hours. Okay, twin terrors, let’s go get you some chocolate so you can overload yourselves on sugar and throw up. March!” Taking her younger siblings by the hand, they leave the house and join with the parent supervised kids outside who are also on their once a year sweet hunt.

“Ah Halloween, the only time of the year when being a gluttonous pig and hogging down lots of chocolate isn’t being shot down by so-called health officials” Trisha comments, her friend, Annabelle, nods in agreement. They had already bought themselves plenty of chocolate earlier in the day, babysitting the twins was just something to do.

“To the sweets!” Greta calls out, grabbing her brother’s arm in excitement. Gery, a name he hated, also looked excited.

“TO THE SWEETS!” He yells out in reply and with their minders keeping an eye on them, they enter the streetlight lit streets.

The pickings were slim, six houses down and they didn’t have much. Hardly anyone bothered with Halloween any more due to yobs who would attack just for the sake of it, and for status with their fellow yobs. So the kids ended up suffering for the stupidity of idiots.

“Even slimmer than last year” Gery grumbles. Greta nods in agreement, both of them look like they’re going to cry.

“Tell you what, we’ll give you some of our sweets when we get home, I’ve got some in my handbag. It’s not much but it’s something at least” Trisha says to them.

“We’ll be happy to” Annabelle replies, she had been keeping quiet all night for the most part and looked wistful whenever Trisha looked over to her.

“You mean that?” Greta asks, a hopeful look in her eyes.

“Aye, we mean it. Anbel, what’s on your mind?” Trisha asks, using a childish nickname for her childhood friend, and lover.

“Hmm? Oh, just thinking back to when we were kids. I can remember that time when we both wore those angel outfits and wet ourselves with excitement, our mums had us both in nappies that night because of our excitement” Trisha smiles, remembering it fondly.

“That was fun, because we looked so cute we were being called little angels and given so many sweets. Must have thrown up all night”

“Didn’t stop us from eating the sweets though”

“No way. Now it looks like kids these days won’t even get that kind of fun”

“Ahem” Greta coughs.

“Sorry, just looking back. Okay we’ve got two more houses, want to keep going?” The twins think about it for a moment and nod their heads.

“Then forward, oh sweet hunters, let’s get you some sweets”

Sadly the final two houses were as disappointing as the rest and the twins headed back home with their limited treats, disappointed and miserable. Digging sweets out of their handbags, Trisha and Annabelle gave the sweets to the twins and did their best to cheer them up.

After dropping them both back home, they headed back to the flat they shared together.

“Poor kids, another complete bust like the previous years. Definitely not like it was when we were kids” Annabelle comments as they both get ready for bed.

“Aye. Pity it’s not like those times, the twins would have loved it” After getting ready for bed, they cuddle up together, holding one another gently.

“Well I’m sure we can dream of those days for them” Annabelle says softly after kissing Trisha tenderly.

“That we can do” Trisha replies as she returns the kiss.

A return? No problem

“Come on, stop napping, it’s sweet hunting time!” A voice calls out as Trisha dreams, a hard shove and Trisha opens her eyes to see Greta standing over her in her Halloween costume, an angel mixed with a devil kind of look.

“Greta? What?” Trisha forces out of her mouth, then stops when she realises that her voice sounds different. Much more higher pitched, almost younger and her words almost sounded like baby babble with a little strength in her words.

“Get up, mum’s ready to go! Oh, you didn’t! Mum, Trisha needs her nappy changed!” Trina enters the bedroom, which looked like a nursery, but it had a crib as well as a bigger bed over to the furthest wall, there were various things like changing mats, baby toys and other things for a very young child.

“No need to yell, dear. Let’s get you cleaned up, little lady” Completely confused on what was going on, Trisha is picked up from her crib where she had been napping and hefted up, her little legs dangling and for the first time, she feels a sappy thickness between her legs.

“Mum? What’s going on?” Trisha tries to say, but instead it comes out as “Mama! Me pee pee!” Laying Trisha down on the changing mat, Trina undoes Trisha’s soaked nappy and wipes her clean with baby wipes, Trisha isn’t sure what to say to this, though her body reacts by having her suck on her fingers as she’s cleaned up and a dry, clean, very thick and very soft nappy placed under her bottom, brought up between her legs and fastened after a sprinkle of baby powder.

“There we go, all dry and as cute as ever. Now let’s get you into your costume before your big brother and sister wet themselves with excitement” This had to be a dream, it couldn’t be real, yet it felt real, she could feel the nappy between her legs, she could feel her mum’s soft skin as she was lifted, her padded bottom patted, and herself being held against her mum’s chest as her mum held her close before setting her down on the changing mat again.

“You’ll likely be called a darling little angel, which you are, little Annabelle will be as adorable as you are, most likely. You’re both so cute” Her mum comments as she takes a small dress from a drawer, the dress was a soft white with a little pink on the trim, on the back were tiny wings and there was a little fake gold halo fixed on a thin piece of wire dangling over the dress.

Gently Trina helps her daughter into the dress, making sure that the halo and the wings can’t be a problem, before picking her daughter up and kissing her softly on the forehead.

“See? An adorable angel, an angel in a clean nappy. Maybe many angels are like this, nappies, adorable and very precious. Now let’s get you into your stroller and head out” Trisha tries to talk, to say that all this had to be a dream, but she couldn’t make the words form as she wanted and the comfort of her nappy and dress were soothing her, it was making it hard to think as an adult and instead more like the baby she was.

This couldn’t be real, it had to be a dream!

After being placed in her stroller and the straps fastened, they head out, Greta and Gery practically racing outside.

“Oy, don’t go too far, keep close. I don’t want you racing out onto the road” Trina calls out and the twins stop, waiting for their mum and baby sister to catch up.

“We don’t want to miss out! Come on, sweets are waiting!” Greta calls out, Gery doing the same at the same time.

“Patience, I can’t go running with your baby sister, I might trip and she could get hurt. So be patient. Here they come” Heading towards them was Annabelle’s mum, Harriet, and in the stroller was Annabelle, as young as Trisha and in an almost identical outfit, only the trim was yellow instead of pink.

“I wonder who’s going to get the most sweets, the twins or our little bundles?” Harriet says as she stops beside Trina. Trisha looks over to Annabelle and babbles “Hewwo” but to her surprise it came out as very clear, just as Annabelle replied and her words sounded clear”

“You too? I woke up with my mum over me, I was all messy”

“I was wet. Think this could be a dream?” Annabelle shrugs, as best as her young body could do anyway.

“No idea, it doesn’t feel like a dream. How old do you think we are?” A small voice answered that for them, the voice seemed to come from the air and wasn’t heard by anyone but them.

“You’re both around eighteen months old, I returned you both to a much more innocent time and changed things around to where you’re both very young and the twins are much older than you. You did want them to be able to enjoy a Halloween like you used to have, so I made it possible”

“Who are you and did you send us back in time?”

“I’m just someone who heard your words and wanted to help, and yes and no. You two are back in time, but everything else is the same time, I changed things slightly so that the twins would have fun. Basically I changed reality” A form appears between the strollers, what looks like a small human, barely bigger than their baby sized hands. The person appeared to be glowing, though the glow also wasn’t noticed by anyone else but Trisha and Annabelle.

“What are you?” Annabelle asks.

“Just a small shadow of reality, an element outside the element as it were. Normally we don’t go around doing things like this but I was given permission to do one thing only, as long as it didn’t endanger any lives”

“We’ve been returned to nappies, we’re barely able to talk and you say you’re not endangering lives!”

“Your parents will care for you”

“What about our own lives? We were grown up and living together!”

“That reality is still happening, this is just a branching one where you were both born over a year ago. Souls are easy to copy and transfer over”

“I woke up all messy and Tris woke up wet! We do miss those days, but this isn’t exactly what we had in mind!” Annabelle cries out, her mum, Trina and the twins only hearing a young child’s excited babbling. “You have to change things back!”

“I can’t” The being replies. “I was only given permission to do one thing and I did it, that kind of permission is never given lightly and only once every hundred years”

“So we’re stuck like this?”

“Yes, I am sorry, but I only wanted to help”

“Puberty was bad enough the first time, but a second time, you have got to be kidding me” Trisha gulps as she recalls her somewhat awkward teen years before.

“I am very sorry. As I said I only wanted to help, at least the twins will have fun”

“And what about us? We’re relegated to nappy changes, nap times, spoon feeding, baby formula and many other baby things”

“Well you have to admit that the nappy is pretty comfortable” Annabelle comments as she pats her nappy awkwardly.

“Well, yeah, that’s true. Haven’t had this kind of comfort with my knickers, but still it’s inconvenient, not after already going through this the first time round” Trisha pats her nappy and coos softly from the comfort, making her mum look down at her and smile lovingly at her.

“I should go, I’m not supposed to show myself to humans, even ones as young as you” The being fades away, leaving only a slight hint of a flowerily scent in the air.

“So what should we do about this?” Trisha asks as she watches the twins begin their first trick or treating for the night.

“I guess we just adapt and grow up again. We’ll at least have a head start on other kids, though we would have to be careful not to abuse it”

“Potty training...first periods, training bras, pimples”

“Then let’s make the most of being this young, we don’t have to worry about those things at our ages”

“Just lose ourselves in the comfort and innocence, enjoy peeing and messing ourselves, enjoy being babied, tended to and not having to worry about things like bills?”

“Yep. Now I don’t know about you, but I rather like the idea of sucking my fingers, my thumb and not caring about being looked at oddly”

“Got a point there”

The rest of the night Trisha and Annabelle talk as adults to one another while giving in to the comforts of their second childhood. The twins have an enjoyable night and after being tucked in that night, Trisha listens to her sister sleeping after a fun night.

She wondered what this second childhood would be like, if things would be as before or if life would take a different path for her and Annabelle. They had no way to return to the reality they had lived in, they couldn’t tell their parents about how things weren’t supposed to be this way.

All they could do was adapt.

“Well at least I’m comfortable, that’s something at least” Trisha thought to herself, then cooing softly, she closes her eyes, loses herself to the comfort and drifts into a dream filled sleep.

Rubbing sleep from her eyes after tending to a body need, Trisha walks into the kitchen to see Annabelle already eating.

“Morning sexy, what’s for eating?” She asks, Annabelle pushes a few boxes of cereal to her.

“Not much” She replies after swallowing.

“Some dream, I was sure I was a baby in it”

“Me too, it was nice, though unusual” Pouring out cereal into a bowl, Trisha thinks of the dream, then wonders about something.

“Maybe we could relive a little of that dream”

“Oh?”

“Aye, you know with adult sized nappies, closest thing we can do really”

“Sounds different, and tempting” Annabelle reaches a hand out to her best friend and lover, who takes her hand and squeezes it gently before they resume eating.

As they ate, two very young baby girls wake up in their cribs in another reality. Still recalling their lives as adults, they took joy, which they both decided was for the best, in their second childhoods.

And watching both reality’s was a being who wondered if the simple mistake wasn’t so bad after all.

 

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