Bubbely

Chapter 1
all of it

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Chapter Description: all of it

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The dark sky met with the sun and color was the blood of the two adversaries. The open sea underneath was the battleground and the blood reflected upon it. I drifted into the colors and smiled as tie-dye surrounded me, quickly replaced by a forlorn darkness. The dark sky came back up for another attack and BUZZ...BUZZ...BUZZ...BUZZ...BUZZ...

“Sydney! Sydney! Wake up!”

A dark blue met my eyes and crawled towards my mama’s voice and BASH! A soft ringing floated through my head like a feather in the breeze, only much more annoying.

“Yes mama?” I asked, half-dazed, half-withdrawn from pain, staring up at my mama with the squinted eyes of exhaustion, I brushed my silky brunette hair out of my jade green eyes.

Mama gave an exasperated sigh. “Turn off your alarm clock!” I obeyed the order almost immediately. “I don’t know why you even turn that thing on; I’m always waking you up.”

I had to admit, my mama screaming at me in the morning while wearing her yellow ducky bathrobe, uncombed dark brown hair, angry green eyes HAD gotten old in the past few years. “Weeeeell, mama, the alarm clock isn’t to remind me to wake me up; it’s to remind you to wake me up.” I said with a crooked grin, now a quarter dazed, half-withdrawn from pains, and a quarter awoken. “So, mama dearest, what’s for breakfast?”

“Whatever you can make in half an hour. It’s your turn, Sydney.” She reminded me. “Get dressed and start on it, you have to run for the bus in an hour and a half, I’m not driving you to school, and you already have a detention for being tardy.”

For the next hour, I got dressed, did my makeup, and made scramble eggs and toast. I yawned as I waited for the bus on the side of the road, freezing my ass off in my short denim skirt and pink Hollister shirt. My little tootsies weren’t burning warm either.

The bus came and picked me up. I pretty much slept for the whole ride except for a moment or two after there was a bump on the road.

I got through the first four hours of school doing little to nothing. Just movies and lectures, you know, things you can really catch your sleep with. I went to lunch and hung out with my friends, talking about who got what and who’s doing who and who just broke up with who.

The next hour was a drag. Just a lecture about how none of us pay attention to this old hag named Mrs. Oyout. Who would marry her is beyond me. Then she gave me a failing grade for the semester. Right when the bell rang, she charged out of the classroom before I could argue with her about my grade.

After that grounding-to-be, I raced to my next hour, computers. Nothing exciting except for me not paying attention and knocking a water bottle on to a neighboring computer. The computer started to glitch...A LOT, and I tried to be as innocent as possible. I guess it worked.

The day looked nice so I decided to walk home through town, just thought it might calm me down and prolong the scream fest at home. I turned a corner from the school and saw a shop that I occasionally pass by. It had a big, bold blue sign that read "Foun O’Yout Toy and Cloth store".

Seeing the "Oyout" part made my brain make the connection. Maybe Mrs. Oyout is in here and I could persuade her to change my grades or something.

I entered the building, trying to look confident. I mean, I deserved this grade, and maybe if I can intimidate Mrs. Oyout, even better to get that. The building had all the toys and clothes behind a clerk desk with a bell on piles of toys and clothes, which I thought was strange. Every toy you could think of was just on the towering shelves behind the desk under a dim light the hung overhead; Malibu Barbie, Elmo, silly puddy, wooden ducks, and so much more. I wondered why a despicable teacher like Mrs. Oyout would want to give children so much joy if not teenagers. I rung the bell and hoped for the answer.

She slithered from the many rows of shelves and leaned on the desk. "Why, hello dear. Why are you here? I didn’t think a big girl like you liked toys, but I suppose this place makes everyone enjoy toys again.”

“I’m here to discuss the grade that you gave me.”

“Oh? What about it? It was a completely fair grade,” she said overly polite.

“What about the papers that I turned in late?”

“Hmm, I have all the late work right here,” she pointed to a pile of papers with toys littered on it. She started to pull off the toys and I noticed she was wearing purple leather gloves. Mrs. Oyout now had a bottle of bubbles in her hand and looked in vain for a place to put it. “Here, dear, can you hold this for a second?” She asked absentmindedly.

I reached out and took the bubbles from her hand. That was when I noticed how cool everything in the store looked. I ood and awed at them while Mrs. Oyout cycled through the papers, not paying attention to me. The bubbles in my hand were also really cool.

“Oh, here we are, I suppose you’re right.” She looked at me. She seemed bigger than before, and much more grandmotherly. “Oops, looks like I made more than one mistake. You know, you might want to wear clothes more suited for a girl like yourself.” I was confused but then I looked down and saw that my skirt was at my ankles and my shirt was tucked deep inside my panties and were coming down legs.

I blushed in embarrassment. “Don’t worry, dear. We have plenty of clothes in the back. Now may I see the bubbles?” She reached out her leathered hand and I relinquished the bubbles. She took a look at it, then at me and grinned, then said, “Oh, why don’t you keep them?”

“Really?” I said gleefully, grinning ear to ear.

“Oh course. Now why don’t we find you a nice dress, then we can go have a talk with your mommy or daddy.”

“Uh-huh.” I said, staring at the bubbles without a care in the world.

“Now, you can come in the back as long as you promise not to touch any of the toys.” Mrs. Oyout said sternly. I nodded my head earnestly. I wanted to take a look at the toys and I didn’t like just wearing a shirt and panties. That was for babies who didn’t know any better.

While walking through the surprisingly long store, I examined my bottle of bubbles and saw a big, bright red “6”. I giggled at the coincidence that that was my age.

My uncontrollable dirty brown hair fell over my eyes and I tried in vain to brush it out with my hand. By the time I actually got it back on my head, we had reached the clothes part of the store. I immediately saw a Jasmine puffy pant and top and I asked Mrs. Oyout about it.

She examined the tag and said, “Well it’s for 3 year olds, but I suppose you can take it with you, even if it is for babies.”

“You don’t have it for big kids?” I asked.

“No, sorry dear, but you could squeeze into it back at your house.” Mrs. Oyout picked up a sundress that was more my size. I agreed to put it on and asked her to turn around. She obliged and I threw off my shirt and panties and pushed it over the top of my skull. “Oh, don’t you look darling?”

I grinned, and then asked seriously, “What about panties?”

“We have some nice underoos and pull-ups.”

“I don’t really wear pull-ups anymore, but I wear underoos.” She handed me cotton yellow panties with Sunshine Carebear riding a rainbow on the cover.

Mrs. Oyout put my pink shirt, skirt, and panties in a diaper bag. “Isn’t that for babies?” I asked.

“Why yes, it is. But don’t worry sweetie, I’m only putting these in here because we don’t have bags.” She then proceeded to putting in the Jasmine costume and then handed me the bag when it was all zipped up. I heard a crinkle coming from the bag and felt the bottom and realized there were diapers in it.

Mrs. Oyout escorted me to the street. I said goodbye and thank you and started to walk off in the right direction. I then stopped and started to go in the left direction. I stopped completely and started scratching my head, tears welling up in my eyes.

“Oh, sweetie, come here,” Mrs. Oyout said with outstretched arms. I walked into her embrace. “Did you forget your way home?” I nodded and whimpered. “Well, that’s ok, because I have your report card right here, and it has your address on it, so I can drive you there, ok?”

“Ok.” We walked to the back of the store and she opened the back and put me in a booster seat with no resistance from me. “You aren’t going to lock the door to the store?”

“No, nobody steals from that store and gets away,” she said with a wicked smile and winked at me.

Mrs. Oyout took me to my house quickly and expertly. I would’ve been suspicious, that is, if I hadn’t been concentrating on my bubbles. Mrs. Oyout slammed the door shut and went to my side and unstrapped me from my booster seat. I let Mrs. Oyout and myself in and walked into the kitchen where mama was waiting for me.

“Hi, baby. Where have you been off to?” She didn’t even give Mrs. Oyout a second glance. I should’ve been surprised that she was home early. Mama gave me a motherly peck on forehead.

“Mama! I asked you not to do that in front of people.” I stepped back.

“Baby, don’t worry so much. Just go outside and play with your bubbles while I talk to Mrs. Oyout for a moment.” I ran out the back door, but not before I heard a bit of mama’s and Mrs. Oyout’s conversation. “She certainly seems happier already. And after such a rough time since her father left us.”

“Yes. By the way, have you given any thought at all of whether or not Sydney should have a little brother?”

“Maybe. But I’m afraid she would recognize him, so I was thinking more of an elder brother. That way, even if she subconsciously recognizes him, he’ll still be a male role model in a way.”

“That’s good, because I happened to bring along some clothes for a younger girl.”

“You’re the best, mama.”

The realization that Mrs. Oyout was my grandmamma didn’t even phase me, ?cause I was playing with my bubbles. Mama called me in.

I ran back to the kitchen. “Yes mama?”

“Mrs. Oyout told me you picked out a little costume, would you like to show us how it looked on you?”

I started jumping up and down with glee. “Yes, mama, I’ll be right back.” I ran to the front where I’d dropped the diaper bag. I had just grabbed the light blue top when mama called me back into the kitchen.

“Sydney, baby, can you put it on in front of us?” I ran to the kitchen with the diaper bag under my arm. I tripped on my sundress and landed on the tile floor of the kitchen. Tears welled in my eyes then flooded out. Mama and Mrs. Oyout rushed over to me. “Oh, baby!” Mama looked over me and saw that I had a big bump on my head. She kissed it and held me in her maternal embrace, stroking my hair and kept on repeating, “Oh, baby,” till my sobbing slowed down.

I sniffled and mama pulled a tissue from box on the counter and wiped away the tears from my face, then pulled another one and held it to my nose and told me blow. “Are you alright, sweetie?”

“I don’t know what happened, mama, the dress came up to my ankles a second ago.”

“Don’t worry about that, baby, just put on your costume and you’ll feel better.”

I obeyed and quickly pulled my dress off. My Carebear underoos fell down to my ankles. Mama smiled and grabbed a pull-up from the bag and told me to lift up my leg. Mama slid up the pull-up to my ankle, and I then put my other foot in the slit, and mama pulled the pull-up up to my waist.

“Baby,” she said rubbing my back, “Do you need help putting on your costume?”

“No thank you, mama. I can get it.” I pulled the fluffy pants up to my waist, above the pull-up, and then I slid the top over my head.

Mama smiled at me and started to braid my hair back. All of this happen while Mrs. Oyout just watched.

“Oh, and sweetie,” Mrs. Oyout said to me, “There’s another present for you in the bag.”

“Another one? Yaaaaaay!” I screamed running to bag with stubby toddler legs, but using immense toddler energy. I reached in and grabbed something soft, then, darkness. I looked around, but only saw blue. I started to cry again, and that’s when a purple gloved hand took me out. I turned to stare at mama, and tried to thank her, but only gibberish came out. Mama smiled softly and cradled me. My pull-up fell to the floor, and mama and Mrs. Oyout grinned. Mama put me on the floor and took what I had touched before: I soft, fuzzy onesie. She also grabbed a diaper and I lifted my legs without being told to do so. Mama called me a smart girl and I giggled. Mama tapped on the diaper and snapped the onesie on.

 

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