Randomlifer – Chapter 5 – by lostandwhatever
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Continued from Chapter 4.
“Can’t you just call in sick?” I asked her as I stood in my parents’ bedroom watching her frantically get dressed.
“We need the money,” she said as she pulled on her pants. “We weren’t saying anything about it to you kids, but your dad is having trouble making sales lately. He’s just not making much money at his job anymore. He’s looking for a new one, but we have mortgage payments and utility bills to pay. We’re just scraping by right now. I can’t lose this job.”
“But, none of this is real.”
“It’s real enough for me right now,” She said, as she pulled on her polo shirt. “Okay, that might change tomorrow, but I need to do what’s best for this family now. I have to.” She slipped on her shoes and pinned on her name tag for her job at the supermarket. “I have to live as though the world I know will still be here tomorrow.”
“What am I going to do without you, then? No one else is going to believe me.”
“I’m sorry, Honey,” she said as she opened the bedroom door. “You’ll just have to wait until I get back.” I followed her down the stairs as fast as I could. “Maybe you can convince Morgan like you did with me. I don’t have time to convince her myself.” She grabbed her keys and yelled to Morgan in the kitchen, “Okay then, I’ll be back after ten. Casey is at a slumber party with her friends, so you don’t need to worry about her tonight. You can bake a frozen pizza for dinner.”
She opened the door, and I yelled, “Mom! Please!”
She paused and shouted back to Morgan, “Let him do whatever he needs to do.”
“What?” Morgan said.
“Just don’t baby him at all. Trust me. Just respect him like an equal. All right?”
“Um, sure,” Morgan said.
“Bye,” Mom shouted as she opened the car door. Then, I watched worriedly as my only believer in the world drove away.
“What the heck was that all about?” Morgan asked me.
“It’s complicated,” I said. “I can explain it to you, though.”
Morgan held up a hand as if to say, Stop. “I don’t care. I don’t need to hear another one of your dream stories.” She closed the door and locked us in.
“B-but, Mom said you’re supposed to respect me.”
“Fine, I respect you. That doesn’t mean I need to listen to you.” She walked off to the kitchen and took out her phone ignoring me completely. I followed her.
“Morgan, wait!” I said, but she was already texting furiously with her thumbs as she sat at the table. “You need to listen to me. I need your help.”
She kept typing on her phone, making me wait. While I waited, I had a moment to really look at her face. I could see the 9-year-old girl that I knew in there, but the roundness and innocence was gone. There were new edges and angles there and, looking down lower, new curves below. Suddenly, she put her phone down, and I stopped checking out her body. She looked at me at last and said, “All you need right now is a bath, some pizza, and an early bedtime.” She stood up and took me by the hand. “Let’s go.” She dragged me to the stairs. I tried to resist, but I was powerless against her overwhelming size and strength. She half carried me up the steps as I sputtered and shouted for her to stop.
“Hey, wait, no, let me go!” I yelled, but it was hopeless.
Once we were in the bathroom she shut the door and let my hand go. I rubbed my wrist. “Strip,” she said. “Let’s get this over with.”
“I don’t need a bath,” I said. “And, if I did, I could bathe myself.”
“Oh, that’s right,” she said. “You’re a big man, of course, and I’m just a widdle girl. Is that right?”
“Well, yeah,” I said. “Mom believed me. That’s why she said to respect me.”
“Bullshit,” she said and laughed. “I don’t know what she was thinking, but I’ll be damned if I start taking orders from a 4-year-old.”
“Strip,” she said and crossed her arms. “Do it, or I’ll do it for you. Your choice.”
I started taking off my clothes. “You don’t have to do this.”
“I know,” she said. “But, seeing how much you hate it only makes me want to do it more.”
Once I was down to just my underwear, I stopped. “Please-”
“Drop your undies… now.”
I did. I stood in front of her naked, my hairless little body uncovered before her.
She smiled a cruel, satisfied smile.
I blushed. What could I do? I was powerless, unless I wanted her to take me kicking and screaming, but what would be the point of that? Either way, I was going in the tub. As with earlier in the day with Mom, I just submitted to her will.
“What a big boy you are,” she said with thick mockery in her voice. Then, for a final sting she added, “Almost a man.”
Without a word I climbed into the huge tub. “Let’s get this over with,” I said. I sat down and pulled my knees up to my chest and looked up at her. Her smiled faded. It seemed that now that I had given in, the whole situation had lost its sadistic thrill for her. Now, she just had work to do. She turned on the water, cold at first, and watched me flinch as the first drops hit my toes, but she quickly added the heat. Sure, she enjoyed teasing me, but she wasn’t cruel. At least that much hadn’t changed in our relationship.
The rest of the bath was a bit of a blur. She added soap. I let her shampoo my hair. At least, she let me scrub my body myself. Soon enough, we were done, and she was toweling me off. I wrapped the towel around me when I was dry, and she combed my hair.
“Go get dressed,” she said when she stood up. “I’ll go start the pizza. When you’re done eating, it’s bedtime.”
“You aren’t going to watch me?” I asked with a hint of sarcasm.
“I’ll give you 5 minutes. Then, I’ll come looking,” she said. “Get moving.” She walked away, and I went back to my room.
As I dressed myself, I tried to think of a plan to get on the computer. If I could just go to the website and cancel my subscription, then I’d probably go back to normal again tomorrow… probably. Of course, the world might just stay this way forever. I saw no statement on the website about what happens when you cancel.
Maybe I could sneak onto the computer when she isn’t looking. That could work, although she already made it clear that she won’t leave me alone for more than 5 minutes. That won’t be enough time. I’ll need a distraction or something. Maybe I could wait until she goes to the bathroom. “That might work,” I said aloud to myself as I zipped up my little shorts.
“Alex, time’s up!” Morgan shouted from downstairs.
“Coming,” I shouted back and started on the trek down the mountainous staircase again.
The pizza was good. We ate in silence at the kitchen table, and Morgan kept checking her phone every few minutes. It only took one slice to fill me up, even though I wanted another, but that was all my little stomach could handle.
As I was chewing my last bite, Morgan said, “Okay, time for bed.”
I looked out the window. “It’s not even dark yet.”
“What’s the saying? ‘Early to bed, early to rise…’ Right? It’s good for you.” She stood up. “Come on. Let’s get your PJs on.”
“I’m not even tired.”
“So? I said you’re going to bed, and I’m in charge. You’re going to bed now.”
Neither of us moved for a few seconds. It was a standoff, one I was guaranteed to lose, but if I let her trap me in my room until I went to sleep, I would have no way of getting to the computer.
“Why do you want me in bed so early? What are you trying to do?” I asked suspiciously.
“I want some alone time,” she said. “Can’t a girl have some time just for herself? Casey and Mom are out tonight, so it’s just you and me here. I would rather it was just me.”
“Fine,” I said. There was no point in arguing.
Rather than let her drag me upstairs, I went up voluntarily with her. We worked quickly. She supervised as I put on my pajamas, took a piss into a enormous toilet, washed my hands, brushed my teeth, and crawled into bed in less than 10 minutes.
“Sleep tight,” Morgan said as she flipped the switch for my bedroom light. Then, as she thundered down the stairs, I noticed the room was still lit by a night light and the twilight from behind the shade.
I was not at all tired yet, even though I suspected that I would get tired earlier due to my age. That was another obstacle I was worrying about. What if I fall asleep before Mom got home? Would I wake up in a new life again tomorrow? I hoped that I would be waking up in my normal life again once I fixed things online, but if I failed, there was a chance Randomlifer would change things again. I wanted to say, “How could it get any worse?” but I knew better than to tempt fate.
I let some time pass. If I was going to sneak downstairs, I would need to let Morgan think I was asleep. I slid out of bed quietly and toured my room for a bit, checking out my toys and games, all the while listening for footsteps coming down the hallway. If she came back to check on me, I wanted her to find me in bed “sleeping.” A short time later, I heard a knock at the door. Curiosity got the better of me, and I snuck down the hallway to peek down the stairs. At least being tiny was good for one thing, I was silent as a ninja. I could see Morgan open the door. There was an attractive teenage boy outside.
“Hey, babe,” he said when he saw my sister. “Am I too early?”
“No, I just put the munchkin up to bed. It’s just you and me now.”
“Excellent,” he said and stepped in the house, closing the door behind him. Then, the two of them kissed.
Watching them embracing each other in the hallway, I felt a reflexive anger at first. Instead of babysitting me, Morgan is having some guy over for a date? And, who the fuck is this asshole kissing my little sister? I thought. I wanted to go down there and kick his ass. Then, I remembered a couple of things. One, he could toss me across the room with one hand, and, two, that wasn’t my little sister he was kissing. Morgan was older than me, older than I had ever been actually, and I was barely waist high to that prick. I clenched my little fists in impotent rage.
They came up for air for a moment, and he asked, “Is that pizza I smell?”
“You want a slice?” Morgan said.
“I never turn down pizza,” he said, and the two of them headed off to the kitchen hand in hand.
I stood there at the top of the stairs, feeling too pissed off to move. I was pissed at Morgan for getting in the way of me turning back to normal and for being a sneaky, irresponsible babysitter. I was pissed at that asshole for touching her. I was pissed at my body for being useless. Basically, I was just generally pissed at the world.
“Enjoy,” I heard Morgan say. “I’m going to check on the kid to make sure he’s asleep. Be right back.”
“Shit,” I whispered and tiptoed quickly back to my room. I heard her footsteps on the stairs as I got to my room. I could hear her coming down the hallway as I crawled back into bed. Then, I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, just as she got to the door. I tried to breathe slowly. I tried not to move at all. A moment later, I heard her walking away again. I waited a few seconds before I opened my eyes. “It worked,” I whispered. Now, if I played ninja a little while longer, then I might get back to normal again. I just hoped that they would distract each other enough so I could get to the computer.
I snuck down the hallway again, then down the stairs one-by-one. I paused a moment when I could see the living room and listened. When I heard them still talking in the kitchen, I kept going. At the bottom of the stairs, I peeked down the hallway into the kitchen. They were sitting at the table together. I had to wait, so I sat on the steps out of sight. Listening to them talk was boring, and I felt myself start to nod off. I jerked awake. No, I thought. If I sleep now. I’ll get caught, and I won’t get to the computer.
“Well, I’m full,” said the guy. “You up for streaming some Netfilms?”
“…and chill?” Morgan asked.
They both laughed. I wanted to throw up. I peeked around the corner again and watched them head to the family room. Good. They won’t see me from there. I snuck across the hallway into the living room. The family computer was across the room, asleep but turned on.
I pulled the chair out, climbed up on it, and knelt in front of the keyboard. I moved the mouse to wake up the screen. “Crap,” I whispered. It was password locked. I had no idea what password my parents used, since I had my own computer before. It would probably be different in this reality anyway. I felt very exposed, sitting there. Morgan and her dude were on the other side of the house, but I knew eventually one of them would notice me. I tried the most popular passwords first: “123456,” “qwerty,” “password.” Unfortunately, my parents weren’t that dumb. “It’ll be personal,” I whispered, and I tried, “alexcaseymorgan.” Nope. I thought about it. “Wait,” I whispered. “Wrong order now.” I tried, “morgancaseyalex.” It worked! “I love you, too,” I whispered to my absent parents.
I quickly had a browser open and started slowly typing in the web address. The keyboard was gigantic, forcing me to hunt for each key with my little fingers. I felt sweat drip down my forehead. “Come on.” I grunted and hit enter. The website loaded. There it was! I had it! “Yes!”
“Hey, Little Guy,” said a voice behind me. I nearly jumped out of the chair. “What are you doing up?” I turned around to see who spoke. It was the guy!
“Uh,” I said.
“You supposed to be on there?” he asked and pointed at the computer with a hand holding a can of cola.
“Morgan!” he shouted. “Is your little brother supposed to be on the computer?”
“What?” she shouted back. She did not sound happy. She was in the room seconds later. “What are you doing?” she asked me. “You’re supposed to be in bed.”
“I just need a few minutes to do something. I’m almost done,” I said. “Please just let me do this. This is what Mom was talking about.”
“I don’t care what Mom was talking about or what you “need” to do. I said, go to bed. You need to go to bed. Now.”
She reached for the mouse. I pulled it away from her and held it to my chest. “No!”
“Maybe you could just give him a minute,” suggested the guy.
“Danny,” she said to him. “Let me handle this.” Danny shut up. “Give me the mouse,” she said to me and held out her hand. I wanted to fight what was happening in any way possible. I was out of options. It was over. I had nothing left to hold onto except this stupid mouse.
“No,” I said.
Morgan wrestled the mouse from my fingers. It wasn’t hard for her to do. Then, she carried me over to the couch, laid me on her lap, and held me down. I was so confused by what was happening that the first time her hand hit my ass I yelped in shock. Then, she hit me again. She’s spanking me! I realized. She’s actually spanking me. I couldn’t believe it. In between the stinging pain of each hit, I felt the utter embarrassment of the whole situation burning on all of my cheeks. My sister was spanking me because I had been a bad boy. My formerly 9-year-old sister was spanking my formerly 15-year-old ass because I had disobeyed her.
It was too much to take.
I started to cry. Big, sobbing tears. Snotty, dripping nose. The works. I was wailing in misery. I was a mess. “No, no, no,” I chanted and pleaded, but she kept going until my ass started to feel numb. Eventually, she stopped spanking, but I kept crying. I laid there limply on her lap, wallowing in my failure, weeping hopelessly. I was crying over what I had become, a crybaby. All semblances of dignity and maturity were gone now. I was what I appeared to be, just a sad little boy.
She carried me upstairs, but I barely noticed what was happening. She laid me on my bed on my sore ass and threw the sheets over me. “Now, stay in bed, and go to sleep,” she said. “I’ll be checking on you again.” My eyes dripped tears. I said nothing. I watched her go. I wiped away my tears with a sleeve and left my face covered with my arm, little sobs coming out now and then.
I was too emotionally exhausted to keep awake at that point, and I drifted off into a dream a little while later. Images went by in a disjointed stream. I saw my sister’s smug face looking down at me. I saw my mother peeking in my doorway to find me asleep, her face was grave with concern, but she just walked away. I saw myself surrounded by 10-foot-tall stuffed animals, dancing around me. “Come join us, Alex,” they said. “Come and play. We can play for years and years and years.” I saw myself entering kindergarten for the second time. I saw the stupid kids that would be my “friends” for years to come. I saw my ABCs. I saw nap times and juice boxes and safety scissors. I saw myself sitting in the middle of it all, more bored than I had ever been in my life.
After that, there was darkness.
The next thing I knew, I was waking up again, and I could already tell, before I even opened my eyes, that something had changed again…
To be continued in Chapter 6