Ericas Life Out of Sorts -- (Author) Ceary
Ericas Life Out of Sorts -- (Author) Ceary
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Author: Ceary
Timestamp: Feb 6, 2025 at 3:09 PM
Content: Repost as original 12/26 post was lost. Due to creative privileges as a writer, I chose to make a revision to the story. Please enjoy. I am a casual writer and a self published poet. I write to share my experiences and reflections of my own memories. Feelings and events may not be accurate to the actual circumstances. This story is based on my own life events.
Chapter 1
One afternoon, a young girl with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes was sitting on her shared king sized bed watching TV. Her bedroom was in the basement of the house and she shared the space with her older sister. Erica found herself bored again with nothing interesting to occupy her time. She had planned on sitting in front of the TV for some time until it was time for dinner. Her thoughts wandered to her toys instead. At age 14, she wondered if she was too old for dolls and stuffed animals that sat on the floor by the unused fireplace in the room. The large room seemed out of place as a bedroom. The walls were lined with wood paneling and an old simple brick fireplace was built into the right side of the room. No matter how furniture was lining the walls, the room always seemed too big and uncomfortable. Erica got up off the king sized bed and sat down on the carpet where her dolls were placed near the fireplace.
Erica picked up a small baby doll with short blonde hair in pigtails and blue eyes that sat on a forest green wooden chair with armrests. The doll was in her likeness and that was on purpose. Her mom had bought her the doll for one of her birthdays in her younger years because it winked like she did as a toddler. Erica had her dressed in a blue cap and a matching blue dress and little shoes. After some time holding the doll, Erica placed her back on the green wooden chair. The chair was a baby potty chair with a hole cut out and a white porcelain chamberpot underneath. All of her siblings, including herself, had used the baby potty chair to potty train. Now that everyone was way past their toddler years, her mom kept it for memories and as a decorative piece; perfect for dolls.
Erica sat back against her hands as she sat on the floor and sighed. She was so bored. Her parents had been ignoring her lately and her siblings were either annoying or busy with their own things. She was the middle child. She felt forgotten. Both school life and home life were getting stressful, especially now that she was in intermediate school. The year before she stopped taking notes because she couldn't see the board from the front seat and math was getting too hard without extra help. She needed glasses, but her parents always just told her to sit close to the front of the classroom.
Without glasses, Erica was seeing a landscape of blurry objects and people. Words were impossible to read from far away and even up close sometimes. She didn't know what to do. She felt so helpless. Her parents had been fighting more often and no attention went to her. Life seemed beyond her control and out of her hands. Erica just wanted to find some stability in her life.
Revisiting the dolls again, Erica picked up her blonde haired lookalike. She rocks her back and forth wondering how it might be for her if she was a baby again. Would life be less stressful? She had to wonder. Thoughts began to enter her mind as she focused on her babydoll. Perhaps she could find a way to feel like life was different. Taking control in a way only she could do. But how?
Erica found herself lost in thought. She picked up the doll from her arm with her right hand and placed it on the floor. On the carpet, the babydoll was gently placed on her back. Erica carefully lifted the doll’s dress and looked at the babydoll diaper underneath. Carefully Erica unstraps the tabs holding the diaper in place and takes them off one by one. She slides the diaper out from under the babydoll and places the dress down over the plastic body to the doll. With the diaper in her hand, Erica stares at the miniature baby diaper.
She looked around and scanned her surroundings. The TV was on and playing a cartoon show. Her door was closed and her sister was out of the room, meaning she was alone. Erica found herself mesmerized by the diaper. It was soft and firm. It kept making her think about what it must be like to wear a diaper.
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Author: Ceary
Timestamp: Feb 11, 2025 at 2:47 AM
Content: Thank you everyone
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Author: Ceary
Timestamp: Mar 1, 2025 at 3:18 AM
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Diaperman0723 said:
Great story so far.
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Thank you! Working on the second part in the next bit of time.