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  1. 🦊 Isle of Foxes By Horatio Husky Commissioned by ArtMckinley Part One ”Island” Janet Parker kept her breathing steady, and her sights up. Disembarking from the rowboat after having crossed part of the East China Sea, the young anthropologist’s arms had shook even as she hauled the boat ashore. Still, after having furtively glanced around the deserted shoreline, she confirmed that she had managed to arrive undetected. Shouldering her backpack and hefting her emergency supplies kit out of the boat, she had half carried, half dragged her supplies to the jungle’s edge and hoisted her baggage into a small nestling of exposed rock. There, she would set up her camp. No fire or open forest floor plan for Janet, however. The mission she was attempting to undertake required utmost discretion, for not only was she going to have to camouflage her encampment as best as she could, but the boat would also have to be hauled further onto the island and hidden with brush. Still, Janet figured, she had some time yet. Carefully unpacking some of her supplies, she laid out the spokes and tarp that would make up her tent. Patterned the same lush hues of green as the surrounding underbrush, the anthropologist internally crossed her fingers that she would remain undetected. As she began to erect the tent, moving the expanding metal rods and tough, industrial string through the various pores of the tarp, her mind wandered back to the grueling process that had led her to the island she had been fascinated with since childhood. Maps of ‘Okidaitōjima’ had covered the walls in her bedroom ever since she was twelve. Previously known as ‘Rasa Island’ but also known as ‘Abreojos’ by its Spanish discoverer Bernardo de la Torre, who had become all too familiar with its perilously shallow surrounding shores, it was not the geography or its history that fascinated Janet. For thousands of years, the Japanese islanders who inhabited the Okinawa Islands held the island as sacred and forbidden to set foot upon. Untouched by humanity for hundreds of years, the island was rumored to be home to the only known species of intelligent, anthropomorphic foxes. Only recently had satellite imagery confirmed that the island was, in fact, inhabited. Changes in the island’s landscape and blurry images supplied by the satellite’s imagery suggested that there was indeed a primitive presence on the island. Janet still remembered the moment she had first viewed the low resolution pictures of erected watch towers and small huts, covered in leafy green vines and appearing almost as if they had been grown out of the forest into a desired shape. She had almost spat out her morning coffee when, unnoticed by her colleagues, a suspiciously orange shape appeared to be perched neatly in one of the towers. She had kept this observation to herself of course. Janet knew that if she founded her request to her university’s funding committee based on what most considered to be Japanese folklore she would be laughed out of the conference room. Persuading the Japanese government to lift the sanctions protecting the island’s shores from visitors of any kind was no easy task either. After several months of back and forth, Janet had opened her office mailbox to the welcome sight of a red envelope addressed to her personally. Inside of it, she was greeted with a letter proudly marked with the logo of the Japanese embassy. Not only had she been granted a researcher’s visa, but she would become the very first civilized human being to study the island’s inhabitants. Janet had gotten her chance, a childhood dream to prove to the world that lateral sentient evolution had occurred in other mammalian species. With any luck, after collecting enough evidence to make her claim undisprovable, she would begin a new career as the world’s first and leading anthropomorphologist. Janet regarded her handiwork, noting with a sense of self-satisfaction that her practice at home had paid off. From afar, the tent she had just constructed appeared indistinguishable from the surrounding jungle flora. In fact, she thought to herself, I’ll have to take careful note of its surrounding landmarks if I’m to find it again… After taking a moment to carefully study her immediate area, noting a particularly mossy boulder only a few feet away from her camp, she turned her gaze over to the metal and plastic watercraft she had arrived in. Its exterior had been painted a dull gray with a motley of military green intermixed with its rather unappealing color scheme. Despite having been designed to match the surrounding jungle, the glossy waterproofing it had been covered with caught the sun in a dazzling reflection. Janet made her way towards the boat, nervously glancing behind her shoulder at the looming watchtowers that just poked over the canopy of the jungle behind her. I really hope they haven’t been looking in this direction for the past hour… Stretching her arms above her head and behind her back as she strode purposefully towards the craft, she limbered herself up in preparation for a grueling haul towards the jungle’s edge. With several undignified grunts of effort and a lot of panting later, Janet was grateful to find that after pulling the boat onto the looser, dryer sand her efforts became significantly less labored. Half an hour later, Janet stood with her arms on her hips as she squinted hard at the boat, which was now concealed under a hefty amount of fallen branches and leaves. Sure… If you look at it long enough you’ll notice something is amiss… But that’s only if you expect to see something out of place. Contenting herself with the thought that after a day or two worth of tropical jungle rainfall the hidden boat would sink more organically into its surroundings, Janet waded through the sand back towards her tent. After a few minutes of anxiously scanning the jungle, her eyes alighted on the boulder she had set as her landmark and soon enough she was crawling inside of her makeshift abode. It was getting late, the sun began to cast the western part of the island with rosier hues, shifting from its lustrous, daytime yellow to a soft, warm red. The inside of her tent was growing darker at a much faster rate than the beach outside, so Janet quickly prepared her evening meal with what little light she had left. She opened one of the bento boxes she had purchased at the harbor, knowing she would have to savor the first few meals on the island as she went through her fresh rations before she would have to resort to eating dried food, and the few canned goods she had brought alone that would have to be consumed cold. Looking up, she took a minute to meditate before she dug in. I actually made it… Too concerned with ensuring that her base of operations was set up quickly and undetected, Janet had not allowed herself a moment to truly let the enormity of where she was impact her fully. She was on ‘the Isle of Foxes,’ the very one that her father had read to her when she was just a little girl. A giddy expression spread across her face as she looked down at her meal, shaking her head in jubilant disbelief. She had done it, years of university with her nose stuck in dusty books followed by a delicate campaign to convince a sovereign nation to allow her to set foot on one of their sacred islands. And she had managed to accomplish it all. Janet Parker did her best to compose herself then, not wanting to let her sense of victory and relief become premature. She still had a job to do, after all. With any luck, she would be able to use the week’s worth of time her limited supplies allowed her to glean enough data from the island’s inhabitants to serve as a milestone for the entire field of anthropology. Reaching forward, the young researcher undid one of the flaps of her tent to reveal the setting sun, gently descending down into the giant ocean pool beneath it. That day’s sunset serving as her evening meal’s entertainment, Janet took her time slowly picking up clumps of rice and pieces of pork dumpling with her chopsticks. The last hints of the sun had just barely disappeared beneath the horizon when she finished. Shrugging off her travel ware, Janet stripped down into her underwear before nestling herself into her sleeping bag. The inside of the tent was a little warm for her comfort, but she knew better than to fall asleep exposed to the elements. The temperature would drop quickly, and she would not have her dream field expedition burdened by a head cold. Janet allowed her eyelids to grow heavy, taking in slow, deep breaths as she calmed herself down to further expedite the onset of sleep. It was difficult at first, her mind was a whirl with the following day’s duties and plans. But eventually, she found herself nodding off, the muffled sounds of jungle insects and nightlife creeping into her dreams as she dozed off into a tired, deep slumber. ⤐ ⬷ Janet crept through the jungle foliage at a crouch. Every dozen steps or so, she would glance around furtively in the canopy above before slowly standing up to locate the beaten path she was trailing. The explorer had to take care to not walk on any of the jungle paths, as the likelihood of discovery by one of the island’s inhabitants taking the same path was too much to risk. This made the going very slow, as Janet had to take time to not only maneuver around obstacles such as gnarled roots or dense vegetation, but she had to do so without making too much noise or damaging the plants. This proved more challenging than she had originally anticipated, and sweat beaded her brow as the morning slowly shifted into afternoon, the island’s temperature rising as the sun continued to bombard it with summer’s radiation. As she ventured through, Janet’s eyes alighted on the various dried grass and wooden effigies that stood erected in the trees above, or swinging gently from a motley of vines like marionette puppets. Janet keenly noted that each of the wooden figurines appeared each to sport a distinct set of pointed ears at the top of their heads. This fact alone restirred the excitement of the butterflies inside of Janet’s stomach. Still, despite the discomfort and slow traversing, Janet knew she was making progress. Her nostrils had caught a whiff of smoke, telling her that she must be getting closer to the primitive encampment. The smell of cooked fish and a strange, pungent herb had accompanied the woodsmoke. They must be good trappers… There haven’t been any reports of seeing them in the waters… Janet reflected to herself, inching her around an overturned log. Eager to see for herself, the anthropologist stopped as she spotted the back wall of one of the huts about a hundred meters away from her. Walking towards the village on the ground was far too dangerous, and Janet glanced around the surrounding trees as she decided that now would be a perfect time to execute phase two of her covert observation plan. She stretched once more, recalling the advice of her acrobatics instructor from her youth as she assessed which tree would be easiest for her to scale. Her gaze settled on a particularly large looking tree, covered in a dense blanket of vines and moss that would serve well for gripholds and traction. With a muffled grunt, Janet grabbed the nearest vine and hoisted herself up, her ankles gripping the leafy rope tightly as she began to ascend. One hand over another, Janet felt the excitement of the ascent course through her, quickly replacing the idle boredom of having to slowly sneak through the tropical forest. Janet reached for the branch above her, her knuckles turning white as her fingers gripped the aged bark enough to support her entire weight. Grabbing onto another part of the same branch with her other hand, she felt her grip loosen as her heart skipped a beat. Bits of decayed bark fell down to the forest floor below as she swayed precariously, holding on with only four of her fingers; the foliage below appeared dangerously far beneath her. She gasped, only just barely stifling the yell of fright that had welled up in her chest as she remembered where she was and what she was doing. Silently, her face contorted into a pained expression of effort and desperation. She swung herself from side to side, before reaching up and grabbing the branch once more with her other hand. To her relief, the wood held, and bit by bit she was able to haul herself up until she kneeled safely on the tree’s rigid bough. Janet took a moment to catch her breath, her chest heaving as her nerves calmed themselves down from the fight or flight response. Trying not to think about the fact that she had almost plummeted to her death, Janet quickly shuffled along the branch and began to make her way slowly through the canopy in the direction of the primitive village. A quarter of an hour later, she had closed the hundred meter distance. The smell of cooking fires and sizzling meat now punctuated the air, causing Janet’s mouth to water. Whatever the island’s inhabitants were cooking up, it smelled delicious. The anthropologist almost regretted having to conduct the research undetected, as she would have loved in that moment to break bread with the cooks of the island. She could now hear muffled voices, remarkably high-pitched for a collection of human primitives. Janet did her best to control her breath, her vision still obstructed by the large hut in front of her. She would have to creep along the branch, and do her best to glean what she could from the leafy canopy above. Janet’s right hand crept slowly into her satchel, ruffling around its contents until her fingers came into contact with the cool metal of her camera. Quietly, she took it out of her bag. She was about to begin a slow, methodical crawl across the tree’s branch when she heard the distinct sound of rustling leaves to her left. Before she could react, a voice that sounded like a squeaky child’s inquiry almost caused her to fall out of the tree in surprise. Janet’s head whipped around towards the source of the voice. Her jaw dropped open, her eyes growing wide as she beheld the sight in front of her. Standing on two paws at roughly a meter in height, with a blood orange colored fur coat, was a fox.
  2. 🐻 Matilda the Bear By Horatio Husky Commission for ArtMckinley Chapter I. Matilda inhaled deeply, closing her eyes as the night air of the forest filled her spirit lungs and nostrils with a sweet, damp scent. The leaves and branches crunched satisfyingly underneath her large foot paws as she walked along her usual midnight stroll, the bottom of her dress billowing beneath her but above the dew covered grass, keeping itself away from its moisture. The being had dressed herself in a maternal looking apron on top of her dress, resembling the image of a motherly caretaker from decades past. She always had a habit of taking a while to catch up to modern fashions, and enjoyed staying a little behind in the times. Her figure was still intimidating despite her motherly appearance, long brown hair, a towering height of well over seven feet, and as with most females bear spirits she bore heavy set breasts and large arms and legs. As a spirit, however, she wasn’t bothered by her appearance, and fully embraced her largeness with a positive personality. Not to mention, she had other worries than how she looked. Her concerns were with the locals and their relation to the forest, keeping sure that each stayed where they belonged and didn’t bother each other too much. That’s when the car with its brights on and music blaring decided to park by the side of the road bordering the forest, her ears perked up, and she followed the source of the noise. Goodness me! If this is Tom again getting home late and drunk his wife isn’t the only one that is going to have strong words with him, she thought to herself annoyedly, remembering how one of the locals had a bad habit of drinking and driving, and how on multiple occasions she had to nurse him back to health herself. The distinct smell of booze was in the air as she approached, her sensitive nostrils picking up a few other choice scents as she drew closer. Are those teenagers out again sleeping with each other away from their parents? Goodness me the youth today truly are shameless! At last she stood next to the car by the passenger side window, she leaned over and peeked inside. Much to her horror, the scene before her was uglier than any she had seen before. Covered in sweat and runny make-up a girl who looked to be in her early twenties lay in the driver’s seat, her breath reeking of alcohol as she moaned to herself loudly, her right hand stuck in the front of her pants working its way in and out of what Matilda presumed to be her unspeakables. Several black highlights were present in her dirty blonde hair, and she was clad in what was in Matilda’s opinion, “Scant, modern rags.” “What do you think you’re doing, young lady? Do you know what time it is? And goodness gracious, do you have any idea how naughty this behavior is! Drunk and touching yourself in the middle of the forest, tsk tsk. You do know that it's a school night and the squirrel kids have to be up bright and early to go to their nut-gathering classes! And don’t even get me started on the birds and worms!” The young woman started at first, turning to gaze at the forest spirit and narrowing her eyes, having difficulty focusing on her blacked out state. Suddenly comprehension dawned on her incapacitated state of mind, and she let out a yelp. “BEAR! PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP THERE’S A BEAR OUTSIDE MY WINDOW!” She fumbled with her keys to get them into the ignition, but Matilda was too quick for her. “You’re not going anywhere tonight young lady, you’re coming with me!” Before she realized what was happening, the bear had walked around the front of the car, opened the driver’s seat, and gently extricated the young lady from her car. Cradling her gently in her arms, she entered into a brisk walk back into the forest towards her home, the young lady blinking and trying to come to her senses while the world spun around her. “L-let me go! I don’t want to be eaten! W-why are you talking anyway… What are you… You’re a bear!” The young woman’s words slurred, which only added to Matilda’s disapproval, “Your behavior is absolutely inappropriate, young lady, a fine thing such as yourself has so much more potential in this world. Ladies like you should be in school learning to make the world a better place, not ravaging through drink and self-indulgence! And if not school you should be finding yourself a husband or wife! This really doesn’t suit you.” The young woman was now utterly confused. Why is this bear talking to me like she’s my mom? Did somebody slip something into my drink and now I’m hallucinating? Before long the party of two had arrived at Matilda’s cottage, a humble looking abode with smoke coming out of a chimney in the back and a comfortable looking porch in the front. “Let’s get you cleaned up now and perhaps something warm in your stomach, if it can handle it. How does that sound, kitten?” ‘Kitten’ blinked her eyes, unable to believe what she was seeing. The inside of the cottage looked nothing like she expected it too. They hadn’t entered a one room building like she expected, but they were now standing in the front hallway of what looked to be quite a large house. As her blurry vision cleared slightly, she saw a staircase leading up to a second floor, and several rooms connecting to each other on the first floor including a kitchen, living room, and what she presumed to be a dining room. “How… What… Wh-” “Hush now dearest, we need to get you cleaned up and in your crib! It’s way past your bed-time.” The young lady was now utterly confused, and almost completely convinced that what she was experiencing was either a hallucination or a drunkenly induced dream. “I’m never drinking again…” she muttered to herself, rather unconvincingly. “Well that’s a start at least! There’s plenty of other things I’ll be training out of you, but that's the one that’s definitely near the top of the list!” After wiping her foot-paws on the rug near the front of the door and locking the door behind her, the bear carried her charge up the stairs of her home and turned a corner, leading them into a white, spacious bathroom. Patterns of smiling ducks, sailors, and beach animals decorated the walls, and a large bathtub in the corner decorated the interior of the bathroom space. Before she had time to marvel at how clean and pristine the bear kept the place looking, Kitten found the bear was now tugging at her clothing, stripping her down naked. “What are you doing!? D-don’t take my clothes off!” The bear stopped for a moment, a patient expression on her muzzle as she set the girl down on the counter. Adopting a chiding tone, she explained, “Now now little one, I can’t get you cleaned up if you’re still wearing all this icky clothing! Not to mention they’re not fit for somebody as pretty as you. Be good now!” She shook her head, still protesting, “Stop touching my clothes you stupid bitch, I told you I didn’t want your help!” Suddenly the world shifted and turned almost upside down. Before she knew it, she was lying stomach down in the bear’s lap. “What are you- OWW!” Whap! went Matilda’s paw as she spanked her charge’s now exposed behind. She cried out, much to her own surprise as tears poured down her cheeks. Matilda tutted under her breath and continued to rhythmically deliver punishment onto her kitten’s behind. “Now look what I have to do, I don’t like giving spankings but you have simply given me no choice. I bet your mother would not approve of the potty mouth that you have developed either!” At this point the girl was now sobbing, snot coming out of her nostrils as the tears further smudged her already spread make-up. Matilda’s ears perked up, as she heard the human mutter and babble out what sounded like a pitiful apology. She quirked an eyebrow, and paused a little longer before she delivered the next smack on the quickly reddening cheeks of her charge. Well that was quick… She seems to be pretty malleable in this state… Hmm… Perhaps…? Speaking in a clear voice, she paused after her 19th spank and addressed the pitiful looking girl in her lap in an authoritative tone. “Now then, are you going to be speaking like that to Mama Bear ever again? Or do I have to show you more of what girls with potty mouths get?” Practically blubbering, the young woman shook her head and managed to stammer out, “N-no… I’m not going to s-speak like that to you again… P-promise!” She spoke, her words intermixed with hiccups and shaking sobs. Matilda realized that she was barely lucid as she lay completely still and limp in her lap, unable to resist the punishment that she had been delivering on her bare behind. She continued, maintaining the same dominating tone of voice as she further chastised, “I thought so! Drinking and touching yourself and staying out late at night, not to mention driving under the influence! You’ve been a very, very naughty girl and you’re going to get even more spanking if you keep this up! You’re lucky I’m letting you off tonight because you’re tired and probably are in great need of a bath and a good night’s sleep! Are you going to behave for me while I clean you up, young lady?” Nodding emphatically, the girl continued to sob and pant in Matilda’s lap. Matilda gently lifted her charge up and laid her head against her shoulder, standing up and supporting her underneath her bottom as she did so. “Now then, let’s get you cleaned up shall we?” Gently carrying her over to the bathtub she deposited her inside, turning the water on and tugging off the young woman’s shirt, the last of the clothing that she had been wearing. “Now, what should we call you?” Matilda mused to herself out loud, as she turned on the warm water and adjusted the girl’s body into a rough sitting position, pouring some shampoo into the water as it began to rise up around her legs. “Hmm… I think Annie would suit you quite nicely, don’t you think so dear?” Annie’s eyes fluttered in response, and she groaned softly, her brow furrowing in a contorted, pained expression. A second trickle sounded in the air, and Matilda quickly realized that her blacked out charge was now adding her own urine to the bathwater. “Goodness me! It’s a good thing we got you in the bath before you soiled yourself! We’re going to have to do something about that if you’re going to be sleeping on my bed sheets! Now, I should still have the nursery set up.” Turning off the faucets she drained the bath before turning on the hot water once more. Retrieving a large rag she dipped it into the steaming water and started to gently wash the girl’s body, holding her various limbs and taking great care that her washing felt soft and gentle. The bear began to hum a tune under her breath as she worked away, speaking softly and cooing over Annie as she washed the make-up from her face and dabbed at her sensitive bits, ensuring that she was clean from top to bottom. “That should do it, all squeaky clean! Let’s get you dried then.” She turned off the water and pulled the plug, letting the bathwater and soap suds swirl away as she picked Annie up and out of the tub, laying her down on a towel she had spread on the bathroom floor. Annie could barely comprehend what was happening to her as Matilda ruffled her short, tomboyish hair in a towel and wrapped her up in the one she was laying on. Satisfied that she was dry, the bear scooped her up, still wrapped in the towel and carried her out of the bathroom. Walking down the hallway she took a left before she entered a room that Annie thought must have been a figment of her imagination. It looked like a regular nursery, except every piece of furniture, toys, and even the diapers beneath the changing table seemed to be oversized. Annie blinked twice, her vision still blurry, and a singular thought bubbled up to the surface of her drunken mind, “I crashed my car, hit my head, and now I’m seeing things…”
  3. Day One Sakura Kinimoto and Syaoran Li stood outside of Tomeoda City Orphanage, each over encumbered with large boxes of brand new toys, courtesy of the president of Daidouji Toy Store, Tomoyo’s mom. “It’s so nice of your mom to give all these gifts to the kids at the orphanage.” Sakura said struggling underneath the weight of the box she was carrying. “But you could at least help carry some of this stuff.” Syaoran grumbled at the black haired girl, who stood empty handed beside them, except for the video camera. “I want to capture the look on those kids faces when our very own CardCaptor Sakura brings them boxes upon boxes of brand new toys.” Tomoyo said zooming in on Sakura’s blushing face while ignoring the boy’s comments about how he too was a cardcaptor bringing in toys. “Sakura, is that you?” A woman’s voice asked as the door before them opened inviting the trio inside. “Miss Mizuki?” Sakura said judging by the woman’s voice as she couldn’t see over the top of the box she was carrying. “What are you doing here?” “Yes, I volunteer here on the weekends..” Their math teacher explained leading them into a room full of young children. “Tomoyo’s mom sent us here to deliver a bunch of toys for the kids.” Sakura said. “There’s more in the van parked out front. These are for the little kids.” she said reading a note attached to the box explaining the age range of the contents inside. “That’s so nice of her!” Miss Mizuki said grinning from ear to ear. “The children will be so happy, but can we wait until after quiet time to start handing them out? I don’t want the little ones all wound up before I put them down for their nap.” “Aww, looks like someone’s already down for the count.” Tomoyo said pointing over to a little brown haired girl nodding off in the corner as she sat with her back against the wall of the nursery. Miss Mizuki let out a heavy sigh as she glanced over the the young child with an anxious look. “I have no idea who that is.” She admitted. “I found her standing in the street by herself when I was driving over here.” “What?” Tomoyo said looking at the girl with a frown. “What was she doing wandering around by herself? She looks like she’s only three or four.” “I don’t know.” Miss Mizuki said shaking her head as she approached the young child and bent down besides her to whisper something in her ear before lifting up her little pink dress to reveal the damp pull-up underneath. “Poor thing.” Sakura said with frown. “Any idea who she is?” “She says her name is Sara. That’s all she’s really said so far, she just seems so exhausted ever since I found her. I tried calling the police station, but they said there hasn’t been any reports of any missing children. They said in the meantime she should stay here, until we figure out who she belongs to.” The woman explained lifting the child up in her arms and carrying her over to the changing table in the corner. “Aww,.” Tomoyo said panning the camera around from the small child on the changing table to the Sakura staring transfixed at the little girl. “She’s so cute, isn’t she? I can’t believe anyone would just leave her in the middle of the road like that.” Sakura nodded her head in agreement as she made eye contact with the small child who suddenly began to panic. “Hold still, little one.” Miss Mizuki said as the young girl suddenly began squirming and thrashing about. “Shh, it’s okay, it’s going to be okay. My, where’d all this energy come from?” She asked, abandoning the change and picking her up as she began to slowly pat her back and whisper to her until she calmed down. “What’s got you so worked up, huh?” “The change!” The girl mumbled into the woman’s shoulder. “Oh, it’s okay, little one. Just calm down, it will be over before you know it. I need to get you changed into a nice dry diaper so I can put you down for a nap. Doesn’t a nice nap sound good? You were falling asleep just a minute ago.” Miss Mizuki whispered gently bouncing her up and down on her shoulder. “Tomoyo, would you mind making a bottle for her?” “No problem!” Tomoyo said eagerly as she bounded down the hallway to the kitchen. “Change!” Sara said again with wide eyes glued to the older girl. “All right! Let’s get you all nice and clean.” Miss Mizuki agreed lying her back down on the changing table as she pushed the little pink dress up and tore away the wet pull up. Sakura watched with curiosity at the little girl, who blushed and squirmed while the kind and caring math teacher wiped her clean with a wet wipe, before rolling up the used garment and throwing it in the diaper pail that sat next to the changing table. “I think these should fit you.” The woman said pulling out a white diaper with stars on it and opening it up before lifting the little girl up by the legs and sliding it underneath her. Next she added a dash of baby powder and taped it up securely around her waist. ”All done! See, that wasn’t so bad.” Sakura smiled at the scene before her. She was cute she agreed, but there was just something a bit off about the situation. Who leaves a toddler in the middle of the street alone? A sudden commotion from the other side of the room snapped her from her train of thought and Miss Mizuki let out a sigh. “Would you mind holding her for me?” She asked before depositing the small girl in her arms as she left to break up the commotion. The little girl immediately began to squirm as she tried to fight her way out of the older girls grip. “Hey, calm down, what’s wrong?” The ten year old asked as she struggled to contain the thrashing child. “Change, loop, time, little.” The girl said over and over trying her best to escape. “What? I don’t understand.” Sakura said feeling puzzled as she felt someone tugging on her dress. She turned to see a small boy grinning and lifting up something in his cupped hands to show her. “What have you got there?” Sakura asked smiling down at the little boy. “Look at the lizard I caught!” The boy exclaimed removing his top hand to show the little blue chameleon with wide orange eyes staring up at her and the little girl, who was thrashing and throwing a fit within her grip as the little lizard opened it’s mouth wide. “Thanks, Sakura, I’ve got her.” Miss Mizuki said taking the suddenly still little girl from her arms and laying her down on one of the many mats that now covered the floor before covering her with a blanket. “You ready to go?” Syaoran asked suddenly appearing besides the stunned looking girl while tucking an envelope in his jacket pocket. “You okay, Sakura?” “Huh, oh yeah, I just felt weird for a minute.” Sakura answered slowly. “Don’t be getting sick.” He answered before turning his attention to Miss Mizuki. “So all the toys have been unloaded and are waiting for you in the hall. We’ll see you Monday.” he said before hurrying Sakura and Tomoyo out. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………… Syaoran had been grumbling as he had been unloading the van- by himself of course. Why had it even surprise him that the girl’s had left him to do all the heavy lifting? When he had painstakingly stacked the last box in the lobby he let out a sigh of relief while wiping the sweat off his brow. It was going to be a hot summer he thought. “Hey, mister, what’s that?” A little girl had asked him pointing towards the boxes. “It’s a surprise.” he said giving the little girl a smile. She couldn’t have been more than five or six. “Are they toys?” She asked looking up at him with large brown eyes. “Maybe,” he said. “I’m supposta’ give you sumthin.” She said lifting up her little pink dress and pulling an envelope out of her white panties. Syaoran scrunched his face up in disgust as he debated taking the envelope from her outstretched hand. “Err, what is it?” he asked looking at the envelope with distaste. “Dunno, I was told ta give it to the boy bringing in toys. She told me to keep it somewhere no one would find it.” Syaoran took it reluctantly- it could have been worse, it could have come from a diaper- and opened the envelope to find a note. Catch The Loop “What the…” he mumbled examining the contents. What did Catch the Loop mean? “Who told you to give this to me?” he asked. “The new girl.” she answered rocking back and forth on her heels. He looked up and into the nursery at the struggling child in Sakura’s arms, who flailed in a panic like her life depended on it. Something fishy was going on and he was going to get to the bottom of it. …………………………………………………………………………………………………….. “Sakura, what’s with you, today? You’ve been totally spacing out.” Tomoyo asked setting her camera down. “Oh, sorry, I’ve just got a lot on my mind.” Sakura answered. “There’s something strange about that little girl from earlier today.” “Poor kid,” Tomoyo agreed, “I hope her parents are thrown in jail for abandoning her like that.” “She seems familiar somehow.” Sakura said mumbling more to herself than to her best friend. “You know her?” “I don’t think so.” She responded. “There’s just something off, I can’t really explain it. It was like I could sense some kind of magical presence from her.” “Do you think she’s a Clow Card?” Tomoyo asked wide eyed at the prospect of filming another magical battle featuring her favorite subject. “I don’t think so, what do you think, Kero?” Sakura asked turning her attention at the yellow and winged, lion-colored creature that sat completely immobile on the edge of the bed, eyes glued in front of the giant television. “Yeah, okay,” Kero said in a lifeless monotone voice, keeping his full attention on the screen. Sakura sighed and shook her head. So this was why he wanted to come to the girls’ sleepover so bad. It was for Tomoyo’s wall mounted television. “You’re not going to stay up all night watching Sailor Moon, are you?” Sakura asked. She let out another exasperated sigh- after getting nothing but a grunt in confirmation- before climbing underneath the covers with Tomoyo. The two girls watched a few episodes themselves before Sakura’s eyes began to burn. She thought of the little girl one last time before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep. Day Two The first thing Sakura became aware of was the sound of noisy little children. She quietly moaned while turning on her side and lifting the thin wool blanket up over her head. Wait, what happened to Tomoya’s down comforter? And when had her friends massive luxurious bed, that usually refused to let her leave in the morning, become so uncomfortable? She slowly opened her eyes to the morning light shining in through the window. This wasn’t Tomoyo’s room she realized as she glanced around at the rows of cots pushed against the walls- that were decorated with sleeping sheep and stars. Where was she? She sat completely still looking around like a deer caught in the headlights. “Oh no, I’ve been sleepwalking,” she mumbled to herself. Where had all these Pre-school age kids come from? Suddenly the overheads lights flicked on as an adult made their way into the room. Miss Mizuki? “Good morning, boys and girls. It’s time to wakey wakey!” She announced slowly sweeping the room with her eyes as if to make sure everyone was accounted for. What was she going to say when she found Sakura sleeping with a bunch of Preschoolers? Would she get in trouble for breaking and entering?...wherever she was. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest as Miss Mizuki’s eyes came closer and closer to meeting her own...until they passed over her as if nothing was out of place. What was going on? Clearly finding a ten-year-old sleeping in a room full of toddlers would be cause for alarm, wouldn’t it? Had she volunteered to stay and keep on eye on them and simply not remembered? She racked her brain as best as she could, but all she could remember was falling asleep in Tomoyo’s room. Clearly Miss Mizuki had not noticed her. What should she do in this situation? Should she sneak out? But what if she really had volunteered? Would people think she was abandoning her job duties… whatever those might have been. Sakura swallowed from her spot on her cot as she slowly raised her hand, as if she was trying to get her teacher's attention in the classroom. She supposed it was best to make her presence known. The faster she alerted the person in charge of this mix up, the faster it could get resolved. Sakura waved her hand back and forth as Miss Mizuki smiled and began to approach. At least she doesn’t seem upset that I’m here. she thought feeling a bit relieved. “Good Morning, sweetie.” The red headed woman said smiling down at the girl. “Is there something you need?” “Umm, where am I?” Sakura asked with a blush at being called “sweetie.” Miss Mizuki frowned a bit as she sat on the edge of the cot while maintaining eye contact. “You’re at the orphanage, sweetie, remember?” she said. “Why am I here?” Sakura asked scrunching her face in confusion. She remembered leaving here yesterday with her friends. When had she come back? “I found you yesterday in the street so I brought you here. A toddler shouldn’t be out wandering the streets alone.” she said patting the girl's head. Hold on, did she say toddler? Sakura thought. “I know waking up in a new place can be scary, but you’re in good hands here, don’t worry.” Miss Mizuki said mistaking the contorted look on the girl's face for fear. “We’ll get this all sorted out.” Sakura sat motionless on the cot. What in the world was going on? Did her teacher really not recognize her? She wanted so badly to open up her mouth and explain that this was some kind of misunderstanding, but all she could do was sit there in stunned silence. A sudden thought crossed her mind. Tomoyo was playing a prank on her. She definitely had the resources and the manpower to bring her here in her sleep. Her friend was probably filming the whole thing right now. It was the only explanation that made sense. Oh, she was good! Sakura would have to think of a way to get her back someday. For now though, she’d let her have her fun and see how long they’d drag it out for. “Okay,” Sakura said going along with it. “Thank you for being so brave, Sara.” Miss Mizuki said glad to see a smile on the girl's face for the first time. “Now how about I get you cleaned up. That diaper looks like it’s going to leak.” “What?” Sakura asked before looking down and noticing she was only wearing a T-shirt and...d-diaper!? WHAT? Not only was she in a diaper, but she was in a soaked one! Did she really wet the bed? This had to be a part of the prank! Did Tomoyo stick her hand in warm water last night? The girls had often threatened each other during their many sleepovers that the first person who fell asleep would become victim to a prank. “Can I ask you something?” The long red haired woman asked with a kind and gentle smile. “Sure,” Sakura answered, momentarily in awe by the tender loving features on the beautiful woman’s face. I hope I can grow up to be as pretty as her someday, she thought. “Are you potty trained yet?” she asked. Sakura sat there dumbfounded as her face began to glow bright red in embarrassment. How could she ask her ten-year-old student that with a straight face? “O-of course I am!” Sakura nearly shouted. Just because she had had one accident while she was asleep… “You could have told me you had to go potty.” Miss Mizuki said. “Since you wet all the trainers yesterday, I was starting to think you weren't. Maybe it was because you were so tired.” She said thinking for a moment, “So how about I get you all nice and cleaned up, and you wear trainers again today just in case. Just tell me when you have to go potty and i’ll take you, alright?” Sakura could only nod her head. Why was she treating her like a toddler? Was this part of the joke? “Up you go then.” Miss Mizuki said lifting her up onto her hip with ease while surprising Sakura so much she clung to the woman. Shrine maidens must be really strong, she thought after Miss Mizuki had picked her up as if she weighed hardly anything at all. How many women did she know who could pick up a ten-year-old like it was nothing? Must be from all the archery, she thought. Sakura smiled slightly as she clung to her teacher. This was kind of nice, she thought while resting her head against the woman's body. She closed her eyes and focussed on the sensation of arms wrapped securely around her body. When was the last time she had felt the loving embrace of a woman’s arms? Not since her mother had...NO, she didn’t want to think about that. Before Sakura knew it, her ride came to an end as she was laid down on the changing table. Wow, she thought, this thing must be huge to be able to accommodate me lying down with ease. “Not let us get that wet diaper changed.” Miss Mizuki said humming as she pushed up Sakura’s pink T- shirt. Wait...Diaper change? NO! She couldn’t go through something so embarrassing! No doubt Tomoyo was filming this while hiding behind some corner she thought as she struggled to get away. “Oh, no you don’t!” The woman said before holding her down with one hand and strapping the struggling child with the other. “Now, are you going to let me change your diaper, or are you going to be difficult again?” Sakura sighed as she rolled her now pink face away from the stern woman as she faced the wall. There was no way she could fight her way out of it if she was powerless underneath a single hand. The most Sakura could do was not give Tomoyo the satisfaction of filming her face during this humiliating ordeal. “That’s it, it’ll be over soon.” Miss Mizuki said while tearing away the tabs of the girls used diaper and cleaning her up. After unceremoniously being stripped, cleaned in places she didn’t want others cleaning her, powdered and placed in a pink pull-up, Sakura was finally set on the ground. The girl let out a startled gasp. How did she only reach the woman’s waist? No, this couldn’t be right she thought as she raced to the full length mirror hanging by the changing table. She stared silently at her reflection for what felt like several minutes before Miss Mizuki carried her away. The reason her teacher was treating her like a toddler was, according to the mirror's reflection, she was one. ............................. ............................. ............................. ............ Tomoyo stretched her limbs while letting out a great, big yawn. “Good morning,” She mumbled to no one in particular as she sat up and rubbed her eyes. “Kero! Have you been watching Sailor Moon all night?” she asked the lion with the blood shot eyes. “Fighting evil by moonlight, winning love by daylight.” Kero half-mumbled and half-sang as another episode began playing. “Ugh, can you believe him?” Tomoyo began to ask the girl next to her, but froze as she stared at the strange sight in front of her. “Umm, Sakura, a-are you okay?” She asked concerned at the sight of her friend staring blankly at the television while sucking her thumb. “Kero. Kero!” Tomoyo moaned at the unresponsive “guardian” before getting out of bed and switching the television off. “Hey! There’s still 137 episodes to go!” He complained as he finally pried his eyes off the television set. “There’s something wrong with Sakura!” Tomoyo said sounding annoyed. Kero looked over and stared wide eyed at the sight before him. The girl, whom he had entrusted as the next master of the Clow Cards, was sucking her thumb and waving at him by bending three of her fingers that were not currently shoved in her mouth. “Hi,” she mumbled shyly while grinning, drool slowly dripping from her mouth down to her chin. “Sakura?” Tomoyo asked while exchanging a worried look with Kero. Sakura looked at her blankly for a moment before removing her thumb. “I’m wet,” she announced unabashed. Tomoyo stared at her a moment with a puzzled expression on her face. “What do you mean, ‘you’re wet’?” Kero asked suspiciously as his eyes narrowed while flying over the massive bed towards her. Sakura giggled and tried to snatch him out of the air as if he were a toy. “You don’t think she…?” he asked while dodging Sakura’s fumbled attempts of catching him. “I went pee pee.” Sakura said as if it was the most mundane thing in the world before sticking her thumb back in her mouth. Tomoyo paled at her friend's’ statement before pulling back the covers to reveal Sakura, sitting in the middle of a large damp patch of bedding. Yes, she thought, Sakura had indeed gone “pee pee”. Tomoyo pinched together the bridge of her nose. What in the world had happened to her friend? “Gross,” Kero said as his face scrunched up with disgust. “Uh-oh,” Tomoyo said looking up in time to see Sakura’s eyes beginning to water before letting out a loud wail. “Sakura? Sakura, what’s wrong?” Tomoyo asked after sitting for a moment in stunned silence. “Kero, what’s wrong with her?” she asked after pulling the girl into a hug as an attempt to soothe her. “M-m-my d-d-diaper leaked.” Sakura cried as she rested her head against Tomoyo’s shoulder and allowed herself to be rocked back and forth. “Sakura, you’re not wearing a diaper.” “But I always wear a diaper for night night time.” she said matter of factly. Tomoyo looked over to Kero for some kind of conformation, but this looked like news to him. “We’ve had lots of sleepovers and she’s never worn a diaper before.” Tomoyo said thinking back. “Why is she acting like this?” “I don’t know.” Kero said after thinking for a moment. “Do you think the stress of being a Cardcaptor is too much for her and she’s having some kind of mental breakdown?” Tomoyo asked. “Don’t say that! It would mean my only hope of gathering all the Clow Cards rests in the hands of that Kid” Kero said with a scowl. “Snap out of it, Sakura!” Kero yelled grabbing onto the collar of her night shirt and shaking her. “Kero, stop it!” Tomoyo scolded as Sakura began to cry again. “Let’s just try and think this through. Could a Clow Card have done this? Is there a card that makes you little?” “There is, but only physically. It wouldn’t turn her mind younger.” Kero said tapping his chin. “It’s more like she swapped minds...I have an idea!” He said flying over to Sakura’s bag and pulling out her staff that was no larger than a key chain. “Sakura, do you remember the magic words to make this bigger?” Sakura stared at it for a moment. There was something floating around in her mind about “magic words,” if only she could remember. Suddenly a large smile crossed her face as she nodded her head with vigor. “What are they?” Kero asked. “Moon. Prism. POWER!” Sakura shouted causing Kero to laugh and Tomoyo to cover her face with her hands. “You’ve fried her brain by playing Sailor Moon all night while she was asleep.” “No, I didn’t.” Kero said rolling his eyes. “It’s not Sakura.” He said confidently. “And you’re right, it was a Clow Card that did this.” “It’s not Sakura?” Tomoyo asked confused. “What’s your name?” She asked her friend, who was currently busy excavating her nasal cavities with her finger. “Sara,” the girl answered while staring at her prize, “Sara was the name of the toddler at the orphanage!” Tomoyo said ignoring the fact that the girl had wiped her finger on her bedding. It was ruined anyway, she figured. She’d just have to ask her mom to buy her a new bed. “Then Sakura and Sara probably came into contact with The Change.” Kero said breathing a sigh of relief. “Change!” Sara repeated. “She’s all yours!” Kero said with a grimace. “And get her some diapers!” He shouted as Tomoyo took her by the hand and led her to the bathroom to get her cleaned up. Wait, she thought, so a toddler’s mind was in the body of Sakura? Tomoya grinned widely as she realized the opportunity she had been presented with. “So once we get you all cleaned up, do you want to play dress up?” she asked eagerly. “Yay, dress up!” Sara cheered as Kero shook his head. “We ARE going to have to change her back you know!” Kero yelled through the closed bathroom door. “Just get me my video camera, it should be in my closet!” Tomoyo yelled back. “Oh, we are going to have so much fun today!” “Here,” mumbled Kero as Tomoyo opened the door to take the camera. “That’s weird,” she said with a frown, “It says it’s memories full.” “You’re obsessed with that thing, what’s so weird about that?” Kero asked with his arms crossed. “Sakura just traded minds with a toddler and you think your camera running out of storage is weird?” he said sarcastically. “This thing holds like 10, 000 hours of footage. It’s top of the line.” She said with a frown. “Yeah, we get it, you’re rich” He said rolling his eyes. “I just uploaded all the footage to my computer last night. It should be empty.” Tomoyo said clicking through the memory as her face turned paler and paler. “What? What is it?” Kero said noticing the look on the girl's face... He had never seen her make that face before. “Look.” Tomoyo said handing him the camera with trembling arms as she raced to her computer. Kero hit play as he watched the video of a day's outing. “Boring,” he mumbled while hitting fast forward. They went to the store and bought diapers and a bag, Tomoyo bought what felt like ten pounds of clothes for Sakura to model in, and then they came home. Wait a minute...diapers and a diaper bag? “I don’t get it.” Kero said. “Play the day before!” Tomoyo said with wide eyes. “It’s the same thing.” Kero said. “So what? You accidentally taped over your old footage.” “Kero,” she said trembling, “All the videos are the same, the only difference is our clothes. Those videos show exactly where I was planning on taking Sakura today.” “If these videos really are all the same, you’d have like a bazillion bags of diapers in your closet and I was just in there. No diapers, see.” Kero said opening the closet door. “K-K-Kero!” Tomoyo said with wide eyes as she pointed her finger in the closet. “No, tell me you’re joking.” he said before turning his head to look inside the closet at the piles upon piles of opened diapers and diaper bags of a variety of different colors. “Kero, is there a Clow Card that would do this?” She asked barely above a whisper. “Yeah,” He answered after he recovered from shock. “And it’s not a good one.” “What is it?” she asked. “The Loop. You spend every day repeating itself without knowing. So… how much footage did you say that camera held?” “10, 000 hours, so if we filmed all day, everyday for 8 hours, according to my camera…” “It‘s been three years.” ............................. ............................. ............................. ....... Sakura smiled widely while she sat in the circle with all the other Pre-school age kids. Being little, she had quickly discovered, was awesome! Sure, it had startled her at first; it wasn’t everyday you woke up a fraction of the size you used to be after all. After a morning full of cuddles, crafts, coloring, games and snacks- she was living the good life! Sakura was in absolutely no hurry to go back. She’d figure out what happened eventually, but for now, she just wanted to enjoy this time of being a little kid again. The best part about it, she quickly decided, was that there was no math. Three-year-old's, which she guessed she was, were not expected to know long division with decimals or pre-algebra. Three-year-old's were just expected to play and have fun; which was exactly what she had planned to do! The only thing that really bothered her about being a three-year-old was that they were not very coordinated. She had been trying to show off her gymnastic prowess by doing a frontflip off a table- something her normal body could have pulled off no problem. Her little body...not so much. Almost as soon as she launched herself off she knew she was in trouble. As soon as her little body leapt into the air it had refused to listen to further commands as Sakura landed on her butt with a loud poof from her pull-up. It hadn’t really hurt, what with the cushion and all; but it had surprised her so much she started crying. It was mid wail that she had discovered the runner up pro’s and con’s of being a three-year-old. PRO: No one had told her to walk it off. No one had told her to suck it up either. Miss Mizuki had come running to her rescue, scooped her up off the floor, and held her in her arms until every last tear was long gone and dried. Sakura almost felt like crying again as soon as she was set back down so she could continue being held. The Con: Three-year-old's had tiny bladders. So tiny, in fact, that even after having been accident free for six long years, she had wet her pull-up from the shock of the fall. She hadn’t even known she had, until Miss Mizuki lifted up her dress to check her...in front of everyone. Sakura didn’t know why she had felt so embarrassed in front of a group of nose pickers with imaginary friends- but she had. Sakura had also wished she had been changed in private instead of on a table in front of everyone, but mostly she wished the woman, whom she looked up to the most, had not looked so disappointed in her. It was then that Sakura decided she must not- under any circumstances- reveal her true identity. A quick kiss to the top of her head and a gentle push on the back, towards the group, had let her know it had just been her imagination though. Whose ever body she was currently occupying sure was emotional. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………… “Duck...duck...duck…” The young black haired girl with pigtails said as she circled the group for what felt like the fifth time. Sakura wished she would just pick someone already; the suspense was killing her! Not to mention she really had to pee for the last 20 minutes. She’d go as soon as this round was over she told herself; (as she told herself every round for the last five rounds now) she couldn’t just get up and go mid turn after all. She’d break the circle and the circle was sacred! You do NOT get up unless you were picked- it was the rules after all. Only the chosen could leave the circle. “Duck...duck...duck…” By another two laps, Sakura was sitting on her heels rocking back and forth from her spot on the ground. Please hurry, she mentally begged. A sudden tap on her shoulder distracted her from the game as she looked up to see Miss Mizuki offering her a hand up. “C’mon, Sara, I recognize that squirm from a mile away. Let’s take a break and go potty.” she said pulling the young girl to her feet. Adult interference- the only other excusable exit from the circle. She was saved!...at least she thought she was- until she got halfway across the room and had to stop and cross her legs. Had she mentioned how tiny a three-year-old's bladder was? “You’re not going to make it, are you?” Miss Mizuki said sounding disappointed in her. “I’ll make it!” Sakura said taking a small step forward; only to be forced to stop again and double over. “New plan, you wait right here” the red headed woman said leaving and quickly returning with a large, pink, plastic contraption in hand. Sakura frowned as she realized what it was when it was set down in front of her. She couldn’t be serious. Miss Mizuki wanted her to go here? Out in the open? With a group of onlookers a mere 20 feet away...she couldn’t. She wouldn’t! “I wanna use the toilet!” Sakura insisted. “Well then you shouldn’t have waited so long.” Miss Mizuki countered while motioning with her hand for her to sit down on it. Sakura bit her lip as she stared at the pink, Hello Kitty, toddler potty. Nope! No way she thought- she refused! Sakura pouted as she crossed her arms in defiance, only leaving herself open, she realized, a moment too late. In what seemed like the blink of an eye, Miss Muziki had turned her around, tore away her pull-up, and gently pushed her back so that she had no choice but to sit down on the plastic potty. Although her brain wanted to resist and complain, her tiny body seemed to willingly accept it’s place upon the portable commode as a tinkling sound could be heard. Sakura immediately jammed her legs closed as an attempt to muffle the sound as she stared ahead wide eyed in surprise and embarrassment. “Good job, sweetie.” Miss Mizuki whispered in her ear as she bent down and patted Sakura’s head while slightly ruffling her short, brown, wavy hair in the process. “Next time let’s try not to cut it so close, hmm?” she said once Sakura had finished only serving to deepen the shade of red on the little girl's cheeks. “Now wait here while I take care of this. I’ll be right back to get you dressed.” Miss Mizuki said after helping up the little girl and then disappearing into another room with the potty. Good riddance to it, Sakura thought as she waited impatiently so she could get re-dressed and continue their game. She stood awkwardly to the side of the room holding her short dress down to cover herself as she watched the other children play. It appeared she had not missed anything while she was gone as the exact same girl was still circling the crowd chanting “Duck..duck..duck." “Sara, I’m going to leave this here for you.” Miss Mizuki said reappearing as she set the now empty and cleaned plastic potty against the wall.” I think you tend to get a little too distracted playing, so I’m going to leave it here for you as a reminder to go potty.” she explained after seeing the large frown on the girl's face. “I want you to come use it whenever you think you might have to go.” “I can use the toilet!” Sakura argued as Miss Mizuki led her by the hand to the changing table. “I know you say that, but honey, you’ve been here nearly two days and that was the closest you’ve been to making it.” she said lifting Sakura up by the waist and laying her down on the cushioned table. “It’s normal for kids your age to take a step back with toileting habits while going through a hard time.” she explained dusting her with baby powder and pulling out a diaper. “It’s almost naptime, so I think I’ll just get you ready now.” Sakura let out a long yawn at the mention of a nap. It had been a long morning full of ups and downs. So much so in fact that a nap actually didn’t sound like that bad of an idea, she thought as she was lifted up in the woman’s arms. “Do you want to go play for a few more minutes?” Miss Mizuki asked patting the girl’s diapered bottom while Sakura buried her head in the crook of the woman’s neck, inhaling the lovely aroma of her perfume. Sakura shook her head no as she closed her eyes. “Do you want me to put you down for a nap now?” “No,” Sakura mumbled clinging on tighter to her teacher. “Then tell me what you want to do.” “Stay like this,” Sakura mumbled. Miss Mizuki smiled as she took a seat in the chair across from the other children playing as she re-positioned Sakura, so that her chin was resting on her shoulder, as she slowly rubbed up and down the girl’s back. Miss Mizuki softly hummed as Sakura quickly drifted off to sleep. ... “Alright, let’s not panic.” Tomoyo said pacing back and forth. “How are we not supposed to panic?” Kero asked clutching his head sd his wings beat at the speed of a humming birds. “It’s been three years, the Clow Cards are probably long gone by now!” “Has it really been three years if everyday is the same?” Tomoyo asked. “Look, October 3rd, everyday has been October 3rd.” “Yeah, that’s the Loop.” Kero said in a defeated tone. “So then what about yesterday? Would it be October 2nd or October 3rd?” “Well, I guess technically it would be October 2nd.” he said stopping his fluttering about to think it through. “I have a crazy idea” Tomoyo said, “I’ll need Syaoran's help to make it work.” she said ignoring Kero’s displeased expression. “We need to change Sakura back, but we can’t without his help.” “I don’t know if we can,” Kero said. “The Change can only use its powers once a day, but it technically hasn’t been a full day because it keeps repeating.” “But didn’t you say Sara and Sakura came into contact with The Change yesterday the 2nd?” “Yes, but the change doesn’t take effect until its powers are active at midnight, but it never reaches midnight because it just loops back to morning. “ “Doesn’t Sakura have a card that can go back in time?” Tomoyo asked as her head began to spin. All these cards and powers were so confusing! “Hmm, yes, technically it could go back a full 24 hours, but Sakura has only ever been able to go back in time a few minutes. The amount of magic that is needed is extraordinary, not to mention Sakura’s not…” “I’M NAKEY!” A voice rang out giggling as a nude figure streaked across the bedroom leaving the other two wide eyed and blushing fiercely. “I rest my case.” Kero said once he recovered. “Tomoyo, focus!” he said as he saw the girl reaching for her video camera. “But...but...look at that butt!” Tomoyo argued pointing to the girl who now was bent over, naked bum waving in the air as she attempted to peek underneath the bed. “Just….just get her dressed.” Kero mumbled looking away with a blush. “While I am doing that, call Syaoran!” “Why do I have to call that Kid?” “Would you rather be dealing with her?” Tomoyo asked gesturing to the 10 year old girl now raiding her panty drawer while widely grinning as she donned a polka dot pair on her head. “Fine.” he said relenting as he picked up the phone after dialing the number saved for him. “Hello,” an exhausted sounding voice answered after a couple of rings. “Look, Kid, Tomoyo wants your help with something.” Kero barked before there was nothing but silence on the other end for quite some time. “Kero, is that you?” “Yeah, look, are you coming or not?” “I’ll be right there” he answered after another pause. “How’s Sakura? Is she still…?” “Yeah, she’s still little...wait a minute! How did you know?” Kero asked suspiciously. A heavy sigh could be heard from the other end. “She’s been little for a very long time, I go visit her in the orphanage whenever I can, but…” He said before pausing. “Even though she isn’t aware it’s been three years...it’s still taken a toll on her mentally. She’s regressed pretty far since we’ve been stuck in the loop.” “How did you know we’ve been stuck in the loop? How long have you known?” Kero demanded. “I’ve known all along.” Syaoran admitted after another heavy sigh. “Because I’m the one who got us stuck in it.” …………………………………………………………………………………………………………. “You little…!” Kero shouted ready to rip him apart as soon as Syaoran appeared in the doorway. “Is someone going to explain what’s going on?” Tomoyo asked. “It’s my fault, I should have told Sakura about it.” Syaoran admitted hanging his head in shame. “I tried to fight it by myself because I wanted to keep the card. I’m sorry, I know you don’t know, but I’ve been avoiding you for so long because of this.” “You’ve been aware this entire time?” Tomoyo asked him in shock as he nodded his head. She took in his worn down features. His face seemed paler, his eyes had dark bags underneath them and he looked exhausted. “You’ve lost weight.” she noticed. “I’ve been fighting with the Loop everyday, but it’s no use. I’ve found the spot where it intersects, but I need another person. My sword isn’t strong enough to break through, I need Sakura.” “She’s not exactly fit to fight at the moment.” Kero said sarcastically. “But the Sakura of yesterday is.” Tomoyo pointed out. “That would take a whole lot of magic.” Kero said. “What if Sara and Syaoran combined powers and joint casted? We could send Syaoran into the past and…” Tomoyo tried. “While It’s true Sara is occupying Sakura’s body and magic stash, I doubt she could cast any magic. I could tap into her powers by holding hands, but it would take so much of my magic, I doubt I would even remain conscious afterwards. Sara would have to be the one to go, we could send her back with a note to give someone.” “We can’t send her anywhere like this.” Kero argued. “It’s okay...I’ll go.” Sara said shocking the group. “I… understand...I’ll...get help.” ………………………………………………………………………………………………. The hooded figure with the hourglass stood before the group “Are you sure?” It asked Syaoran as he nodded his head in confirmation. “Remember to give this to the people bringing in toys.” Tomoyo reminded her as she handed Sara the envelope. “Time will take you in front of the orphanage a little bit before we arrive. Are you ready?” Syaoran asked. She nodded and soon after he completed the spell as time and Sara disappeared into the past. Syaoran stumbled a bit before collapsing to the ground. He had just used more magic than he ever had before, even with draining magic out of Sakura’s body. “It’s up to her now.” he said before losing consciousness. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. Memories slowly flooded into the girl’s mind as she laid flat on her back on the pavement. How did she get here? Where was she? Who was she? A name popped into the back of her aching head. It had been so long since anyone had called her anything but Sara. How had she even gotten that name she wondered. She couldn’t remember. The girl painfully moved her neck to the side and saw the envelope she clutched in her hand. That’s right! Now she remembered. She was here on a mission! She slowly peeled herself off the pavement. It felt like she had been hit by a truck. Was this because she had used too much magic? A sudden giggle from up above sent chills down her back. She craned her neck and got a glimpse of a little yellow pixie looking creature hovering up above her. “No! Please, no!” the girl begged. She was too weak to fight the Clow Card on her own. How many times must she go through this? She had tried to fight, to run, and even bribe her way out of this situation before, but all had ended with the same result. “We’re going to have so much fun together.” The Clow Card known as The Little said. “But first, I need to do something about your size.” “No,” the girl said as she tried pointlessly to get away. She felt herself shrinking as her body began closing the distance towards herself and the pavement. How could she let this happen again? She could hear a car approaching as the Clow Card took off. The car engine turned off as the driver got out of the vehicle to find the little girl standing in the street. “You poor thing,” the woman said tucking her long red hair behind her ear before picking her up. “What’s your name, sweetie?” the woman asked. “Sakura,” the girl answered even though she knew it would be pointless. “Sara, huh, that’s a pretty name. My name is Miss Mizuki and I’m going to take you somewhere safe.” The End
  4. Delia Ketchum groaned as the cries of the “beast” filled the three bedroom house once again. So much for my relaxing evening. The woman sat on the couch in the living room and turned the volume up on the tv remote trying to drown out the cries of distress coming from the back of the house that grew louder and louder by the minute. What is that woman doing? Why isn’t Rachel calming “IT” down by now? After another five minutes Delia couldn’t take it any more as she slammed the remote down on the couch and got up. I work all day and night. Can’t I just have ONE relaxing night without that THING ruining it for me? After popping her head into her former daughters bedroom to find Rachel nowhere, she stormed down the hall in a huff. “RACHEL!” Delia yelled pounding on her bedroom door. “It wants you! Rachel!” After getting no reply Delia slowly opened the door to find the woman sprawled out on her bed, still fully dressed and sound asleep. Delia marched into the room in order to wake her, but froze after seeing the open bottle of aspirin sitting on the nightstand. Delia sighed and quietly tip toed out closing the door behind her. I guess even she is at her limit. “Alright, what is it you want?” Delia asked the screaming child with her arms folded and a scowl on her face. The girl simply continued her pitiful wails as Delia sat down next to her after dropping the bar on her bed to keep her from falling out. “Ugh, that’s what it is.” Delia groaned to herself after sniffing the air. After letting out another sigh of disgust, Delia stood and made her way over to the diaper supplies and prepared for the horrors that awaited her. “Yuck.” She moaned after removing the girls shorts and un taping the girls diaper. Delia then began the task of less than gently cleaning up the mess that she believed was Rachel’s job. “Oh quit your whining.” She mumbled after roughly wiping the girls privates to reveal the red irritated areas underneath. “Oh.” She said a little more softly taking in the state of Emily’s heavily irritated skin. “No wonder you’re crying.” I guess I shouldn’t have been so rough. “Ok, just hold on.” She said running back to the closet to search through the bag of the real Emily’s supplies from when she was ill to find the diaper rash cream tucked away from when she last used on her real daughter. Doesn’t Rachel know she’s supposed to use this stuff? It doesn’t even look like she was even using talcum powder. No wonder IT had a rash. Once the remains of mess was much more gently cleaned away Delia then began the careful process of rubbing in the cream on the red, irritated and swollen areas (that seemed to be everywhere) as Emily whimpered and cried in pain. After sprinkling baby powder and taping up a new diaper, Delia wiped her hands clean with a wet wipe and tossed dirty supplies away in the pail beside the bed. “That’s got to feel a little better.” Delia said looking down at the child who still whimpered a bit. Come to think of it I haven't seen Rachel all night since I’ve been back. I wonder how long she’s been asleep. Did she feed it? I think I remembered seeing some bottles in the fridge. Maybe I should give it one just in case. “Here.” Delia said holding out a bottle towards the girl as if she would grab it on her own and begin drinking. What am I thinking? It’s not going to know. Delia silently chastised herself and sat on the edge of Emily’s bed and stuck the rubber nipple of the bottle into the girls mouth. She breathed a sigh of relief as Emily began instantly nursing without a fight. “Guess you were hungry.” Delia said softly as she watched the girl hungrily devour the bottle. Izzy (now turned Emily) continued to suckle as she stared up at Delia with her bright green eyes. “You look so much like her.” Delia said barely above a whisper staring down at the girl as she continued to hold the bottle for her. A silent tear fell down her face as she gently placed a hand on the girls cheek. Emily smiled from behind her bottle at the woman’s touch causing a little bit of a milk to spill from the side of her mouth. Delia smiled letting out a soft chuckle as she wiped the edge of the girls mouth with the sleeve of her long sleeved shirt. Emily let out a soft giggle seeing the woman's smile and held out her arms towards her once Delia had removed the now empty bottle from her mouth. The woman looked at her confused for a moment before realization finally dawned on her. “You want me to hold you?” She quietly asked at the child who laid on the bed with her arms outstretched with a pleading look on her face. “Alright.” Delia said with a small hint of a smile on her face as she gently lifted the child in her lap facing her as she studied her. More tears slowly raced down her face at the happy innocent expression in the girl’s eyes as they shone with infantile happiness at being held. To make matters worse Emily wrapped her arms around Delia and rested her head on her chest enjoying the much larger, albeit empty, containers of this new woman. Slowly Delia returned the hug as she held the girl in her arms and sobbed. “I’m sorry.” Delia whispered in the child’s ear as she rocked her back and forth rubbing the girls back. “I’m so sorry. I promise I’ll be better, Emily. I promise I’ll love you.” “So that’s it then.” Delia heard come from the other side of the room causing her blood to run cold. She slowly lifted her head to find Emily - the real Emily- standing there with a look of deep hurt and anger on her sunken in face. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the darkened room as her severely underweight body looked as if it was ready to collapse under her at any minute. “Am I that easily replaceable?” She asked in an empty and monotone voice. “ I had my doubts about my worth, but I never thought you’d just throw me away like that.” “No, Emily.” Delia whimpered. “It wasn’t like that-” “You just threw me away and replaced me with a new model- a better model. You didn’t even say good-bye. You left me to be buried alone as someone else. No one mourned me; they cried for her.” She said pointing the girl Delia clung onto in fear. “Emily, please!” Delia cried. “I miss you so much!” “Oh really?” The girl said with lifeless hollow eyes in a disbelieving tone. “Looks like you’re perfectly happy without me now that you’ve got a healthy daughter.” “No! I love you!” “If you loved me, you wouldn’t have abandoned me for her. “ ‘’Can’t I love you both?” Delia asked in tears. “I want to love you both!” Emily slowly shook her head as Delia’s heart sank at the look of deep hurt on her face. She wanted to reach out to her daughter, but for some reason she couldn’t let go of the girl in her arms no matter how much she wanted to. Every second she clung to the girl the look of pain increased tenfold on Emily’s face. She was hurting her daughter and she couldn’t stop! “Emily! EMILY!” Delia screamed. The girl finally turned her back on her and disappeared, but not before muttering, “I knew I wasn’t wanted.” Delia awoke in the middle of the night drenched in sweat as her heart beat rapidly in her chest. Her face was soaked in tears as she loudly sobbed and cried out for her lost daughter. She didn’t even stop or try to collect herself ten minutes later when she heard soft knocking on her door as Rachel let herself in. Instead Delia simply curled into the fetal position with her face buried into her pillow as she continued her gut wrenching sobs as Rachel gently rubbed her friends back. Delia cried until nothing but gasps for air came out. Her sides and stomach hurt, she felt like she was going to drown in her own snot and her swollen red eyes burned with each tear she could no longer force out. At some point Rachel had had to manually move her when she worried she couldn’t get any air when all that she could manage was worrisome choking sounds. “I threw my own daughter away! I got rid of her like she was trash!” Delia managed to choke out through her heavy dry sobs. “I tried to replace her like some store bought item and now she hates me! She was so hurt!” “What makes you think she hates you?” Rachel gently asked. “She- she was in my dream and she knew I had tried to replace her!” Delia whimpered. “It was just a dream.” Rachel said softly trying to console her although she understood where she was coming from. It was exactly what they had done after all. Rachel could no longer lie to herself and say it was for Izzy. “Emily knows you loved her.” Rachel said after a moment of thought. “Everyone who has eyes knows you loved her.” “What do I do?” Delia asked. “My heart hurts every time I see her.” Rachel nodded in understanding knowing she was speaking of Izzy and silently picking up on the use of correct pronouns. “You love her. You don’t have to replace Emily, in fact don’t even try. No one can take Emily’s place, but you love this girl for who she is: her sister. We may fool the world, but we will always know it’s not Emily. Hell even Namine knows it’s not Emily! We will raise her and love her; not as the original Emily, but for who she grows up to be.” Rachel said. Delia nodded her head and took a few deep breathes before sitting up as Rachel offered her her outstretched hand. “I have someone I’d like to introduce you to.” Rachel said slowly leading Delia by the hand as they entered the child’s room who appeared to be awake. “I’d like you to meet your second daughter.” Rachel said patting the edge of the bed for Delia to join her as she sat Emily up and placed her in Delia’s lap. “Hello...Emily.” Delia said with a pause as she looked into the girls innocent, wide green eyes for the first time. It was at that moment something happened that the two women would never forget. It would be the moment Delia would let go off all the guilt and sadness that prevented her from caring for this girl. Completely out of the blue as the two stared into each others eyes, a sudden flash of intelligence shone in the girl’s face as she she uttered the words clear as day, “I forgive you.” Just as sudden as the look of awareness appeared, it was replaced by the empty infantile innocence she had sported seconds before as she acted like nothing had happened. The two women sat in stunned silence for what felt like hours. Those three words changed everything for Delia. Both women strongly believed it was the real Emily who had spoken through her twin sister. Although Delia would always miss the original Emily, she took comfort in knowing she was there looking over her from heaven. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. Epilogue Emily grew fast. For every month or so that went by, Emily seemed to have aged a year mentally. Her mind was like a sponge as it absorbed everything around her. At one month she began walking and talking. At two months, she was finally out of diapers. Five months she was reading and writing and at one and a half years she was a normal thirteen year old girl. She developed her own personality different from the original girl, but not unwelcome to those around her which was especially true for Professor Oak. Emily’s new inquisitive mind was loaded with questions about the world around her which he was only happy to provide her with answers. While the original Emily had been more adventurous and had a knack for causing trouble, new Emily was perfectly content curled up with a book from Professor Oaks lab. Her favorite by far had been a book about plant life and berries. After all, as far as she knew, they had saved her life. She had greatly enjoyed putting together different mixtures to see what would happen, unknowing that her “messing around” would one day change pokemon products forever. Years went by as Emily’s knowledge of the outside world grew as did her curiosity of what lay outside of little Pallet Town. Although content studying under her great grandfather for quite some time, a whisper from him along the lines of “it’s not too late,” lit the spark in her 16 year old self to leave her small town and go explore. Sure, she wouldn’t get very far as she quickly learned not everything is quite like it is in the books she had read, but as she stumbled around lost in the forest not far from home, she caught the attention of a certain brunette. A brunette, who suddenly stopped angrily yelling into her cell phone, hung up and followed the girl with only one completely unrealistic thought crossing her mind and driving her forward. A curiosity that needed to be answered. Why did that girl look like Izzy?
  5. Delia Ketchum sat on the living couch massaging her temples with her hands. Dark circle had become prominent underneath her eyes as her face had aged many years in such a short amount of time. Why did they think this was a good idea? It had been two days, two very very long days. Delia moaned hanging her pounding head in her hands as her migraine took its toll. This...this beast was not her daughter Delia had decided at once. If Rachel wanted her she could have her. In fact if that thing in the other room didn’t stop crying she was going to ask Rachel to take it far far away and not come back. This was all her doing after all. “Please help me.” Rachel begged from the back of the house as she tried and failed the calm the screaming 11 year old infant. In the whole two days time the girl had done nothing but scream as soon as she woke up the morning after the regression. Rachel didn’t know what to do and Delia had refused to even lift a finger stating that that thing that looked like Emily was nothing more than a monster. Rachel knew Delia would come around eventually; she was simply still hurting from the loss of her daughter. It also didn’t help that only Rachel seemed to be capable of placating the girls tantrums...eventually. “Please eat.” Rachel whimpered to the screaming and thrashing child that laid out on the bed kicking it’s limbs. Rachel tried and tried again to hold her still and get her to nurse from the bottle by teasing the girls lips with the rubber nipple, but as quickly as the child would latch on, she would quickly spit it out and turn her head away in refusal. Soon she refused to even put the nipple in her mouth. “What is it that you want?” Rachel desperately asked hoping for some kind of sign. “I’ve tried giving you solid food, baby food, liquids, fruit.” After another failed attempt, the woman sighed setting the still full bottle of milk on the nightstand. “You haven’t eaten anything in two days! I know you’re hungry so why won’t you eat?” She’d have to call the Dr, again she decided as she pulled out her cellphone. Both were at a loss of what to do as he had no experience also when it came to age regressed children, but then again; who did? After explaining to him that none of his previous suggestions had worked; he agreed he’d be over in a minute to examine her. Maybe she was sick, he suggested. Sick he could work with. “THANK YOU FOR COMING SO QUICKLY!” Rachel yelled over the sounds of screaming once the Dr. had arrived at the front door. Rachel offered him a pair of earplugs as she led him to the back of the house to Emily’s bedroom. “Still no luck?” He asked growing concerned at the sight of the child clad only in a diaper atop the bed. Rachel shook her head and demonstrated with the bottle as Emily latched on for a second, but decided quickly it wasn’t what she wanted. “No luck with other types of food either?” He frowned at Rachel's response. She would become underweight very quickly if this kept up, and the neighbors had already grown concerned with the sounds coming from the house. “I’ll have to insert a g-tube if this keeps up.” He announced picking up the bottle and examining it. “It’s like she doesn’t know what to do with regular food.” Rachel said sitting on the edge of the bed as Emily crawled closer sensing the woman’s presence. “Have you spent much time holding her at all?” The Dr. asked noticing the calming effect Rachel’s presence had. “Not really,” Rachel admitted with a sigh petting the girls head. “I can’t really get close when she’s like this.” She said motioning towards the girls flailing. “She’s a little better with me than with Delia though.” “I think she senses you’re her biological mother.” he said examining the rubber tip of the bottle. “Have you noticed she has been drawing closer to you since you sat down?” Rachel nodded in agreement from her spot on the bed taking notice that Emily had indeed managed to pull herself from one end of the bed to the other in order to get close. “I would like to try something. Please lay fully down on the bed and hold her to your body.” Rachel complied as she managed to fully stretch out as she gently herded the thrashing child closer and closer until she laid almost on top of Rachel as the woman winced from the impact of her flying limbs that made contact. “Now talk to her. Try and let her know you’re there to comfort and love her. Emily is fully relying on instinct now just like a real baby would. Babies need to be held and comforted. She senses your fear and frustration and is responding to that. Try and relax.” “Babies also need to eat.” Rachel pointed out. “We’ll get to that in a minute, but for now try and focus on whispering calming and soothing words. Talk to her like you would a real baby and do what comes naturally.” Rachel nodded her head and wrapped her arms around the upset child who continued to cry and squirm. “Shh, it’s okay. I’ve got you.” She whispered petting Emily’s head. “You’re gonna be okay; I promise. I won’t let anything happen to you. I’m here...M-mommy...mommies here.” Rachel whispered into the child's ear as she slowly rocked her back and forth as Emily’s shrill crying slowly turned into whimpering as her head seemed to search around for something. “Good, now lift up your shirt.” “You’re not suggesting what I think you are.” Rachel said giving the Dr a confused look. “I’m not…” “I know you’re not, but let her try. I think I know what the problem is. “ “Umm. alright.” Rachel said uncertainly as she gently tugged her shirt up exposing everything underneath since she had forgone a bra due to the excessive heat. “So do I just wait...or…” “Just gently guide her along, if this is the issue she’ll know what to do.” Rachel slightly rolled over a bit and positioned herself so she was in line with Emily’s head as she coaxed the girl closer. Emily seemed more than willing and soon she quickly latched onto one of Rachel’s exposed breasts as Rachel cringed and softly moaned. “This is so weird.” Rachel said making a face expecting Emily to quickly unlatch just like she had the bottle, but was surprised to see her keep suckling as she quieted down and laid still. “The problem is that she wants to nurse.” The Dr explained. “Then why won’t she nurse on a bottle or pacifier?” Rachel asked dumbfounded as she watched the 11 year old child going to town on her boob. “I don’t think she likes the rubber; she wants the real thing.” The Dr. explained. “If she wants to suckle then let her.” “This is not normal.” Rachel said with a grimace at the sight and sensation. “Nothing about this situation is normal.” The Dr. said. “Emily is acting on instinct and her instincts are telling her to nurse.” “But this doesn’t fix the problem since nothing's going to come out.” “Now try the bottle.” The Dr suggested handing it over. “She’s been sucking for a few minutes and has significantly calmed down.” “Ah, finally!” Rachel said as she breathed a sigh of relief once Emily began sucking on the bottle instead. “I thought you said she didn’t like the rubber?” “Maybe what she is really craving is skin to skin contact.” He suggested watching Emily calmly sucking down the milk with the side of her face resting on Rachel’s exposed breast as he thought about it. “How would you feel about nursing her for real?” “Umm, I-umm, is that even possible?” “Nothing that a few hormone injections and patches can’t fix.” he said with a shrug. “It’s up to you, but I think you should give it a try. It would be a good chance to bond and she might need to nurse on you in order to calm down anyway before she’ll willingly take a bottle.” “I- I suppose.” Rachel said after a moment of silence as she watched the now content girl beginning to drift off to sleep in her arms. “I can start the process now if you’d like.” He said tapping his arm console. “The supplies are in my inventory.” The woman thought about it for a moment as she lightly stroked Emily’s head. The thought of breastfeeding an eleven year old girl made Rachel cringe, but as she thought about it, here was her chance to be her mommy like she had wanted to from the beginning. Sure she’d have to share with Delia once she got over whatever was going on in her head, but for now, it was just her and Emily together. “How long will it take?” Rachel asked. “Just a few days; a week tops.” “How will I know it’s working?” “Oh you’ll know. So are you interested?” He asked. “Since she physically isn’t a baby she will need to eat more than nursing will supply, but it will come in handy in order to calm her down when she’s fussy.” “Alright.” Rachel agreed with a nod of her head firmly patting Emily’s back once she let out a hiccup. After a quick injection into Rachel’s hip, the Dr. slipped a patch onto her back and left a box of them on the nightstand. “Make sure you change it every six hours. Speaking of change.” He said motioning towards Emily’s scrunched up face. “Finally.” Rachel said letting out a relieved sigh. “She hasn’t gone at all since. I was starting to get worried.” She began gently rubbing small circles into Emily’s tummy with the palm of her hand to help move things along. “It’s still not very much.” Rachel said after checking the back of the girls diaper. “Her body is probably still under a lot of stress from the accident and regression. Not to mention she’s dehydrated. I’ll leave you a few fleet enemas just in case.” The dr said setting the additional packet on the nightstand. “Thank you for coming.” Rachel said giving Emily a quick change as the Dr. nodded and headed back towards the clinic. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………… Rachel moaned slightly in annoyance as she tried to discreetly adjust herself in the aisle of the supermarket. It had only been four days, but she had already began experiencing many physical changes to her body since starting the hormone patches. Like the fact that none of her bras seemed to fit her anymore as she had to constantly keep readjusting herself to keep everything from falling out. Apart from their bigger size, they constantly ached from the new sensitivity and Rachel had to keep reminding herself she was out in public so as not to give in to the temptation to massage them in the middle of the store. After the tenth re-adjustment of the day and a quick pat to make sure everything was where it should be, Rachel pushed the cart up and down the aisles looking for something to try and feed Emily. She still wasn’t eating much, but for whatever reason, things had improved slightly by letting her suckle on the the woman’s chest before trying to feed her. The awkwardness had improved as Rachel got more and more used to the idea, but the discomfort grew as her breasts became more and more sensitive as the pressure inside of them grew. She knew it would be any day now. She stopped to examine the rows of different flavors of applesauce as she tried to decide between regular or wild berry. Might as well get wild berry just incase, she thought, more because she herself liked it over the original and figured if Emily wouldn’t eat it Rachel would. Next she picked up some fruit cups, yogurt, and other varieties of soft foods making sure either she or Delia liked them just incase they had failed so not to have a fridge full of untouched food. After picking up some more diapers, wipes and other necessities, she headed to the check out and began loading up the conveyer belt as the young female checker quickly scanned her items. “How olds the baby?” She suddenly asked cause Rachel to snap out of her trance. “You just had it, huh?” “Oh, umm.” Rachel said a bit panicked and tried to think. “About a week.” She answered suddenly wanting to hit herself. Nothing in her purchases suggested she just had a baby. “Aww, how cute!” The checker said bringing up the total on the screen before leaning in and whispering. “You’re leaking.” “Huh?” Rachel said looking down at her pants before looking up to see the checker as she motioning at her chest. “Don’t worry, it happens.” The checker said after seeing the horrified look displayed on Rachel’s face once she realized just where the leaking was coming from. “Other than that, you don’t even look like you had a baby! I’m so jealous! It took me forever to loose all the baby weight.” Rachel nodded her head in thanks before quickly grabbing her bags and rushing back to the car. “Oh no!” She said sighing as she examined the wet stains running down her shirt. After the twenty minute drive from Viridian City, she quickly grabbed her purchases before sneaking inside and setting them on the table. She’d have to change quickly in order to hide this from Delia and- “Nice.” Delia said from her spot in the kitchen as she snickered. “It figures we’d spill things there, huh?” “Y-yeah.” Rachel said with a nervous laugh. “I ended up hitting a bump in the road on the way to the grocery store while I was holding my drink and, well.” Rachel said letting the evidence speak for itself and letting out a relieved sigh. Delia seemed to be in a much better mood today. “It’s funny how that always works out.” Delia said taking a sip from her coffee. “If it doesn’t spill down your chest; it’s in your lap. It never fails.” “Yeah, it was so embarrassing!” Rachel admitted taking her chances to try and get a laugh out of the woman. “The girl at the checker thought I was lactating! I wanted to die.” Delia snickered again almost spitting out her mouth full of coffee. “A baby at our age?” Delia chuckled. “Speaking of.” She said motioning towards the back. “I don’t know what you’ve been doing these last few days, but it has really calmed down, thank you.” Rachel let out an exasperated sigh. So she was still referring to her as an “It.” “How was she while I was gone?” Rachel asked putting the groceries away. Delia shrugged causing Rachel’s temper to flare. Had she not even checked on her this entire time? Emily’s cries soon filled the air as Delia let out an annoyed sigh as Rachel rushed to the back of the house. “Emmy, it’s okay.” Rachel said closing the door the Emily’s room behind her and making her way over to the bed to lower the bar. “Shh, I got you.” Rachel said lying down next to upset child and wrapping her in a hug. “Okay okay, I get it. No groping mommy.” She said trying to brush Emily’s curious hands away. “Well, lets see if this works.” Rachel said before removing everything from the waist up. Emily quickly latched on without being being guided as her cries were finally silenced. Rachel could finally feel the pressure diminishing from the side Emily was nursing off of letting her know she was indeed fully lactating. “As long as you're happy, I guess.” Rachel muttered closing her eyes and imagining the scene of eleven years previous as she held the newborn Emily in her arms softly cooing as she nursed. Emily’s sudden whimpering a few minutes later informing her it was time to switch sides as she winced and tried to get her to let go. “I promise there’s more over here.” Rachel winced in pain as Emily refused to unlatch. After a few minutes of her sucking rewarded her with nothing, she unhooked herself as Rachel guided her head over to the other side. After realizing she could have more, Emily happily returned to nursing the new side while Rachel gently rubbed her back. “I guess this isn’t so bad.” Rachel said softly as the two stayed cuddled together long after the girl had made quick work of draining the other side and let go. Rachel softly hummed rubbing and patting Emily’s back as a look of pure and utter bliss encompassed the girl’s face as she truly smiled for the first time. “I love you, Emmy.” Rachel whispered running a hand through the girls hair before pausing as she felt the padding under Emily suddenly growing warm. “A little too much to drink there?” Rachel asked in jest as she checked the girls diaper. “I think you’ll be okay for a little while longer. How’s about the two of us take a nap?” Rachel suggested only to find Emily was already way ahead of her as she dozed peacefully against one of her new favorite beverage containers.
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