The Fireman

Chapter 2
Eve

Chapter Description: Eve enjoys the first day of her new life with her parents, but already trouble might be waiting.

An evil witch chased Eve through a dark forest, as she ran down a road she knew would lead to safety. She was vaguely aware that she was running away from something important, something which belonged to her. Yet, turning around to see what it was meant slowing down and then the witch would surely get her. Ahead of her was the promise of safety. Sunlight, warmth and Doctor Drawers awaiting her with open arms. For a heartbeat she doubted that this was right, then she was in the woman’s arms and everything was good.

“Brave girl.”

With the words of the woman in her ears, Eve woke up. For a moment she was confused and even worried that the witch would still get her, then she looked around and noticed the bars around her. The toddler calmed down a bit, feeling the tears in her eyes recede. She was in a crib. This meant safety. She couldn’t fall out and no nasty witches could get in.

There was something else, something that felt strange, but Eve couldn’t grasp what. Thinking of it was like trying to find a missing tooth in her mouth with her tongue. This soon grew boring for the little girl, so she looked around more, finding her pacy lying close to her, besides a doll of Sleeping Beauty. Grabbing the pacy and plucking it in her mouth, she felt even better as she sucked it.

Feeling fully awake, Eve looked around in the room beyond the bars of her crib. It was a large room. A nursery. Pink tapestry, showing little princesses holding a tea-party, plucking flowers or brushing their hair. There were shelves with colorful books, boxes with toys and even a little table with little chairs. Maybe she could make her own tea-party on it. Together with Sleeping Beauty and other princesses! Eve smiled behind her pacifier at this clever idea.

Her nursery!

Looking up she discovered a mobile high over her head, with ballerinas in pink tutus, kittens and flowers. Eve liked the ballerinas best. They looked so gracile! She wanted to be one, too. Curious she looked at her feet, sticking out of a pink pajama decorated with fairies like Tinker Bell. Wanting to see them better, Eve lifted her legs, grabbed them and pulled them close to her face.

As she did so, she felt something in her relaxing and suddenly her butt grew warm. With surprise she realized she had pooed into something what felt like a diaper. For a moment she was insecure how to feel about it – as if the part of her knowing this had been deleted – but then decided she didn’t mind it. She even liked the warmth and it felt so good to release the pressure she had had no idea had been there. Once again, she concentrated on her feet, wriggling her toes and imagining to be a ballerina.

Maybe she could dance right now?

Eve rose into a sitting position. The poo spread around her butt, but again she didn’t mind. It felt sticky, but on a good way. Warm and squishy. Slowly she rose – the weight on her behind making it harder – propping herself on the bars. She had just managed to do so, when the nursery door opened.

Mommy came in.

Eve scowled. Mommy? Something seemed wrong with that. For a moment she looked just like a strange, blond haired woman. Then the toddler remembered sitting in her lap, being cuddled and loved. The strange face turned into the most beautiful in the whole world for her. Eve smiled. Of course, it was Mommy!

“Mama, me dancing!” Eve shouted, letting her pacy fall out.

She began jumping up and down in her crib, quickly losing balance on the soft ground and landing on her padded butt. Mommy smiled down on her, looking so big and warm and beautiful. Eve smiled back, feeling all warm inside.

“What a skillful dancer we have,” Mommy said, before sniffing. “Seems the little ballerina needs a change before breakfast.”

Grabbing the giggling toddler under her arms, she carried her to the changing table and laid her on the back. Again, Eve felt a moment of strangeness, as her clothes were pulled off. What was strange about it? She was a baby and babies got their diapers changed by their mommies and daddies. Eve could nearly hear a voice echoing in her mind telling her this. The voice of Dr. Drawers. Still insecure she looked up, just as Mommy opened the diaper.

“Uh!” The adult commented with a smile. “Seems like someone ate healthy yesterday!”

Eve giggled. Mommy was happy, so everything was fine. She no longer felt like anything was strange, even when Mommy grabbed her ankles to lift her butt and began cleaning it with wipes. Mommy knew best. Eve loved her and wanted to be like her. So big and beautiful.

When Mommy was all done, she carried Eve in a fresh diaper to the closet and set her there on the ground, before going through the shelves. Eve starred up in wonder, the shelves were way to far up for her to see. After a moment, Mommy turned around. She had pulled out two dresses, holding one in each hand. One was slightly red, the other white with frills and yellow flowers.

“Which one do you want to wear today, Eve?”

Eve pondered a moment. Both looked so beautiful! Finally, she pointed on the white one, because she loved flowers and Mommy wore a white blouse, too. Mommy smiled and pulled it over her, then she made her look in the big mirror on the door of the closet.

“Don’t you look cute?” Mommy asked, kneeling besides her daughter.

Eve thought so, until she noticed something.

“Short,” she said, touching her hair, having noticed how much longer Mommy’s was.

Her mother just smiled.

“It will grow soon,” she promised. “We will soon make you the prettiest pigtails. You will see.”

With this she picked Eve up and carried her out of the nursery.

“Just wait till your Daddy sees you!”

Eve frowned again, until she remembered. Daddy! Sure, she had a Daddy. Images floated her mind, of her being carried on the shoulders, by a large man with a deep, catching laughter. Such it was no surprise to her, to see him sitting at the table in the large living room.

“Daddy!” She shouted.

The big man smiled at her and took her in his arms for a cuddle. Eve squealed, even more so, when Daddy lifted her dress and blew raspberries on her stomach. His stubbles tickled! Stubbles were gross, Eve was happy she had a smooth skin like Mommy.

“Daddy no …”

Finally, Mommy rescued her and placed her in the high-chair next by. She strapped her in and put a large bib around her neck, before starting breakfast. Eve loved it! The high-chair was so soft and the meal such tasty. She ate pieces of blueberry-sandwiches, not caring that her hands got all dirty, or her face, or her bib. Her parents didn’t care either, smiling at her, when not eating themselves or reading in the newspaper. Eve looked at the latter, while drinking milk from her sippy cup, but for her the pages consisted just of hieroglyphs. She decided she liked books with pretty pictures better.

“Seems like someone was hungry!” Mommy commented while cleaning Eve’s hands and face with a wet towel. “Ready for a ride to the park?”

***

Eve loved the park! Looking around wide eyed, while her parents pushed her around in her stroller, she found everything looking so big, colorful and new. There were flowers and doggies, adults and other children. Mostly big children, already running around all by themselves. The world seemed to smile at her and the little girl smiled back. Finally, they arrived at the playground and Mommy took her out of the stroller, putting her on the sand.

Eve felt the warm sand under her bare feet. She saw the other children. Babies, toddlers and big children alike, playing with each other or alone, with the playground equipment or just with the sand. Silently or loudly. The little girl had no idea what to do. It was like she never had been to a playground before, or at last not for a very long time. The little girl felt confused.

“Wanna make some pretty forms?” Mommy asked.

With this she handed Eve a blue plastic in the form of a flower and a little pink shovel. First Eve wasn’t sure what Mommy wanted her to do, then she saw other children, using it to form the sand in the various shapes of the different forms and sat down in the sand to try the same. Getting the sand in the form with the shovel was harder than it looked, but imitating the other children, especially the older ones, helped and she finally made her first sand flower.

Looking up she saw Mommy beaming with pride.

“Very good!” She praised. “Stay here and play a bit. I will sit with Daddy on the bank there and watch. See Daddy?”

Eve looked at Daddy, who winked at her smiling and nodded. For a moment she looked after Mommy, who went to the bank to embrace Daddy and talk with him.

Grown-up-talk is boring, Eve though and returned her attention to her forms.

She tried a new one and soon she had made more sand flowers all around her. How many she couldn’t tell, as her mind not even tried to think in such abstract things like numbers, but they were all hers and that mattered more than stupid numbers.

Suddenly there were steps in the sand besides her. Looking up, Eve saw another girl of her age, one with long brown hair, dressed in a pink shirt with a puppy on it and a diaper, standing before her. The strange girl held a small plastic bucket with Ariel on it, which contained other forms and a pink shovel. Without saying anything, the girl let herself fall on her butt and began creating her own forms in the sand. These were with the shape of animals, like bees and little octopuses. Eve didn’t mind. It looked even better to have the animals besides her flowers!

Such they played in silence, each creating her form besides the others. Finally, they looked at each other and smiled.

“Wanna slide?” The other girl asked.

Eve nodded and then followed the other girl as this jumped up and ran in the direction of a large construct with a slide on it. They passed older children – Kindergarteners at least – who paid her no mind and smaller ones – babies who didn’t look like they could even talk – whom they paid no mind. Up a ramp they raced. Laughing, the other girl went down the slide. Eve wanted to follow, but then she discovered something different. A bit aside from the slide was a pole.

Enthralled Eve walked to it. The pole was out of metal and clearly meant to slide down it. A big boy of maybe six, even used it with no effort at all, as the little girl stood by, watching with awe. Carefully she went nearer. The ground seemed so far away. Eve felt afraid, but still there was something about the pole which made her want to use it. There was this faint feeling that that she had gone down such poles before. Other than this and even higher.

Eve crouched in front of it, not even noticing her bladder releasing itself. Confused she touched the pole. It felt warm in her small hand and so big …

“Do you want to slide down it?”

Startled Eve looked around. It was Daddy, standing near the pole and looking straight into her face. Eve hesitated. Most of her was afraid, but a little part she couldn’t name, wanted it so very much. She nodded.

Daddy smiled and picked her up, holding her close to the pole and making her grab it firmly with her hands, but also with her legs.

“I let you go now,” he explained. “Don’t worry. I will still be there to catch you.”

With this he let her loose and oh so slowly she slid down the pole. After what seemed an eternity Eve’s bare feet touched the sand. Relieved she embraced her daddy’s leg. He was so big and strong. He made her feel safe. An instant later, she noticed the girl she had played with before a few meters ahead. Slipping through her Daddy’s legs, Eve ran giggling after her playmate.

***

The playground held so much more fantastic things for Eve. There were swings and a seesaw she used with the girl her own mommy had called Amber. There was grass and a ball, they played with. There still was the pole, but Eve ignored it, instead using the slide. The little voice, telling her how great it was, had vanished.

In between there was also a little snack – apple slices, which tasted too sour for Eve, but which she ate because she felt hungry and her parents insisted – and a diaper change on the bank, where other parents and children sat around. Eve didn’t mind, not even beginning to feel something like hurt modesty, only watching the playground and wishing to return there soon. There was so much fun, but Eve learned things, too. For example, that boys preferred to build castles, ditches and holes with the sand instead of making flowers. Boys were strange!

After more fun and games, Eve’s parents picked her up, talking a bit with Amber’s mommy, before promising their daughter, that they would return soon. Feeling already a bit drowsy – her parents declaring it was time for a nap – the little girl let the world go by her stroller, vaguely aware of how big it and how small she was. It didn’t worry her, though, as she knew Mommy and Daddy were there. Suddenly the stroller stopped. Surprised Eve noticed a small store selling dolls.

“One for your beautiful little girl?” The salesman asked. “I have no more princesses, but how about this?”

The man took the doll of a fireman from a hook.

“What do you think, Eve?” Mommy asked.

Eve wasn’t sure. She would have preferred to get another princess-doll, or a ballerina. The fireman just didn’t look such appealing to her.

“Well, I see no reason have to always play with princesses,” Daddy commented, grabbing his purse and buying it. “For you darling.”

Eve took the doll from him and looked at it skeptically. She still wasn’t eager for it, but at least she now remembered its name. The doll in her arms, she dozed off, as the stroller continued its way.

Fireman Sam.

To be continued …