The Roommate

Chapter 4
Ending 3: Friendship

Chapter Description: Third of three endings.

Celine looked at her legs swinging back and forth, when the doctor finally entered followed by a nurse.

“Celine?”

She nodded.

“I’m Dr. Helm. Nice to meet you.”

They shook hands, a gesture which made her feel at the same time more mature and smaller, since her hand nearly vanished in his.

“I’m sorry to hear the drug-test didn’t work according to your expectation,” the doctor noticed, as the nurse put the tablet with a syringe, an ampule and disinfection material on the counter nearby. “I hope you didn’t have too much of a hard time.”

I was reduced to a toddler, Celine thought. I had to wear a diaper, drink from a baby-bottle, sleep in a crib, was pushed around by kindergarteners and got fucking spanked from someone I thought my best friend.

“I just want things to be back to normal,” Celine said, wishing not to sound like a whining toddler.

“We will hurry,” Dr. Helm promised. “Ms. Amar?”

The nurse nodded and prepared the disinfection, while the doctor pulled drug out of the ampule with the syringe.

“Left or right arm?” She asked.

“Left.”

Professionally the nurse applied alcohol on a spot of the arm with a cotton pad. A moment later, Dr. Helm used the syringe on the spot and injected the drug. Celine cringed, never having liked syringes and had to control herself not to grab Mr. Bling.

“All done,” Dr. Helm finally said. “Look what a nice plaster you get.”

The plaster the nurse put on her showed a yellow lollipop. Celine made a face.

“When will I notice the effect?” She asked.

“Soon,” the doctor promised. “Now I want you to make a little test. Count to ten.”

Celine couldn’t see what this would bring, but couldn’t see any harm in it.

“One, two, three …” She yawned briefly. “Four, fi … five … six, sev…”

The world grew dark and the last thing Celine saw was the nurse stepping closer to her, picking her up, while she sunk into slumber.

***

Celine slowly rose from an ocean of darkness. She had had wild dreams of kindergarteners chasing her, of being scolded by Kathy and being told to be a good girl by a nurse before getting a shot. As more and more of her conscious returned, she felt relieved it was over. The drug would have run its course. Then she opened her eyes and saw how wrong she had been.

The first clue was the mobile far over her head. Birds, clouds and butterflies turning around. The second were the bars surrounding her. She was in a crib again and not even a mobile one like before, but a firm one. The third clue was when Celine looked through the rails and saw another crib standing at the other wall.

Sitting up, the regressed college girl noticed her still small, pudgy hands. Next, she saw that she wore a Princess-Elsa overall which left feet and hands exposed. Under it, she could see the bulk of a diaper and felt a slight moisture along with it, as it pressed her legs apart.

What the fuck?!, she wanted to say, but only mumbled syllables came out. It was then she noticed there was something in her mouth she had sucked on and it wasn’t her thumb. Spitting it out, she saw that it was a dummy with a heart in its midst and worse it was even clipped to her overall by a plastic chain. Suddenly she noticed Mr. Blings sitting next to her, practically telling her all was fine, but she ignored him.

Celine stood up, her dummy bumbling on her, and looked around. The railing of the crib was over her head, making escape unlikely. Outside of it, the room revealed itself to be a nursery. Walls decorated with princesses and unicorns. A princess tent, small plastic chairs around a table, boxes seemingly filled with toys and plush sitting on shelves. Everything, including the tapestry looked strangely new. What made the regressed college-girl lose the last of her restrained, was the changing table in the corner, already well equipped with diapers.

“KATHY!”

Celine shouted the name of her friend instinctively. She had no idea, if the other girl was anywhere near, but she just knew this was somehow her fault. Someone had heard her though, for she heard the sound of steps coming closer. The door left to her opened and someone stepped in, but instead of her friend it was a little girl of maybe her age, wearing a yellow dress. Her brown eyes under her brown, curly hair lit up on seeing her and wasn’t there something in her face Celine recognized?

“Oh, good you are up!” The little girl smiled. “We were already worried that they gave you too much drug, but you are just a long sleeper like always.”

Celine stood there speechless for a moment. “Kathy?!”

Her regressed friend giggled.

“Yup!”

Celine felt near swooning, having to hold on to the bars of the crib to not fall down.

“This is wrong!” She finally managed to say. “I should have my age back, not you become a toddler, too!”

“We talked with the boss of the company and they weren’t happy with you dropping out,” Kathy explained. “So, they quadrupled the money for each of us and guaranteed a secure job for me, if I took another version of the drug and agreed to long-term testing … with both of us.”

Celine felt numb. “How could you do this?”

“I know you have to work for things, because I’m really an adult … I mean a grown up.” The little girl that was Kathy smiled proudly. “Look how mature I am!”

With this she lifted her dress, revealing Princess-Cinderella training pants.

“You can try them out, too, or choose to stay in diaper. I guess it is more secure anyway,” Kathy explained, dropping it again. “I was out of diaper first the first time around. Remember?”

“Kathy, I want to go home.”

“You are home silly,” the other girl explained slowly. “Look around!”

Celine did and finally noticed what her mind probably mercifully had tried to conceal from her. It was her room, as she noticed by the outlines, but completely transformed into a nursery … a shared nursery.

“We lived apart, so I thought this was a great way to be friends again without college between us,” Kathy explained. “No spanking and no parties … except tea-parties of course! Just you and me doing the company’s tests and visiting daycare. Oh, it will be so great! We will play princess, visit the playground, make other friends, watch Barney …”

Suddenly Celine’s legs became weak. She let herself fall on her patted butt and barely felt her bladder giving in, making her suddenly feel very warm. As her friend still blabbered on about the great time they were going to have, Celine let her thumb wander into her mouth and began to suck.

The end