Will You Take Me There?

Taken from: Acceptance (Forever Young 2),

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here’s a little story about dreams coming true … well, sort of.

(By nature of how I wrote this book, there is no stand-alone vignette section. So here is a sample that picks up right in the middle of the action. Her name is Vanessa. She is vacationing in Key West.)

Walking out on the docks at Mallory Square, Vanessa looked down the coastline, in the direction of Fort Zachary Taylor State Park. She studied how the water moved when it reached ground, the angle it came in on and where it went after it touched the ground.

This was do-able. She wasn’t sure how to get near the amphitheater but there had to be a way. And she would find it. But for now, it was time for her afternoon nap.

BabyGirls always needed to take an afternoon nap.

Making her way back to her hotel room, she thought about that community village she saw last night. And she began contemplating how she was going to get in it.

Back at her hotel, she was alerted by the receptionist in the main building that she had received another package – this one also coming from Dante, the box it came in having some size to it but no weight. Taking the box back to her room, she stripped out of her clothing and down to her wet diaper – then opening the box to find he had sent her a soft pink diaper bag.

Geez, this guy was something else! Maybe he really did have supernatural powers. Would he send her a crib next?

She cleaned and changed herself and then inspected the pink diaper bag a bit more closely. It had a whole bunch of pockets on the outside and when she opened the top zipper, she found a thin white nightie. What perfect timing!

She put the nightie on and got into bed. It was nap time.

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The temperature in her hotel room always remained cool, even if the ceiling fans weren’t on. It was as if the building itself had been somehow constructed in some sort of way to not allow the heat in or the coolness to escape. Vanessa never had trouble sleeping soundly. And whether she got under all the covers or just laid on top of them, she was always comfortable.

She slept for two hours without stirring at all. These naps were wonderful and she could have slept through a hurricane, if she needed to. But what would awaken her was the sound of a bomb exploding … at least that what it sounded like.

Opening her eyes, Vanessa looked around the hotel room. The entire building had shaken, just a moment ago. It was really strange. Had there been an earthquake outside?

She sat up and then very gently laid back down, the Pina Colada having done a number on her. Taking a moment to get her bearings, she slowly sat back up and listened. There were no exploding sounds she could hear now but there sure was just a second ago.

Getting out of bed, she went to the front door and opened it – feeling the heat of mid-afternoon rushing over her. She needed to get some fresh air and she could also further investigate what sounded like a bomb. Taking a step outside, she didn’t see any buildings that had exploded or anything that had sustained damage from the Earth suddenly shaking beneath them.

So what was that ridiculously loud noise, just moments ago?

Then she looked up at the sky to see the strangest of greenish hues. Even the clouds were a light shade of green. And not only was the blue sky suddenly green, but it was also sending what looked like ripples from left to right … sort of like how water rippled when a rock was skipped across its surface. Ripples of electricity, perhaps?

Now she was really confused. No one was screaming and she didn’t hear any chaotic noises. In fact, she heard no noises at all.

Walking out into the center area and standing by the pool, she kept looking up at the strangeness of a green sky. The old man, who was always sitting by the pool, wasn’t there.

Okay, now this was getting really weird. What had happened?

Walking alongside the pool and through the main entrance area, she stood at the front door to the hotel – looking out onto Simonton Street. Walking down the front steps onto the sidewalk, she turned left and looked up to Duval Street. Everybody was doing the exact same thing, looking up at the strange green sky and walking up Duval Street – in the direction those ripples in the sky were going.

So she joined them, mindlessly walking up the street. Her head was still a bit woozy, the remnants of the Pina Colada she thought. But there was no explaining the green sky or all the people walking up Duval Street. The ripples in the sky were leading everyone towards Mallory Square. Maybe there was some sort of a light show or fireworks show they were doing there.

But it was the middle of the afternoon. And the entire sky was the color of green. This was no smoke from a fireworks display.

Mesmerized by the strange look of the sky and searching for an explanation, just like everyone else, Vanessa walked up Duval Street with her eyes to the sky. The sidewalk was hot, reminding her with each step that she hadn’t step into her sandals before walking out of her hotel room. But it wasn’t until she was several blocks up Duval Street before she realized she was still in the thin white nightie Dante had sent her, a nightie that barely covered her body and hardly hid the bulk or muffled the crinkle of the diaper around her waist.

At the moment she realized this, Vanessa froze in place – then quickly moving over to the side … allowing everyone to walk past her. Thankfully, everyone was looking to the sky, thusly not taking notice of her. But she was petrified that someone eventually would see her and see what she was wearing.

What was she thinking? She could have taken a second at least to grab a t-shirt or a robe or something before she mindlessly wandered outside to see what the explosive noise was about.

And now, standing there, up against a building in the middle of Duval Street, she looked back in the direction of her hotel – hoping she could just casually start walking back that way. Maybe if she stayed alongside the buildings and kept her head down, she might be able to go unnoticed. That seemed like it would work.

Then that awkward feeling overtook her mind and senses again, that uneasiness that didn’t feel good.

For as much as she wanted to walk back in the direction of her hotel, she knew she couldn’t. The amount of people who were walking up Duval Street would make it difficult for her to weave her way back. And if she was the only one walking against the foot traffic, the only one walking away from the situation, people would certainly take notice of her … in her little white nightie and diaper.

Her only alternative was to go with flow. So she kept walking in the direction everyone was headed. But she kept looking for a place to hide, some little corner somewhere that she could slip into and wait out this bizarre occurrence. And geez! Could her diaper have made any more noise? Could the crinkles have been any louder?

At least there was the distraction of a green sky to occupy everyone and keep their attention off her, for the time being. But it wouldn’t last forever, right?. Incapable of doing anything but crinkle along with the crowd, she took careful steps to avoid walking through anything unpleasant with her bare feet. And she kept scanning what was ahead of her. There had to be a place to hide.

Then the solution presented itself. As if the fates either heard her silent plea for mercy or heard how loud her diaper was crinkling, a clothing store appeared as the next business on the left. Just outside this store, right in front of the entry doors, were racks of clothing.

Vanessa walked up to the first rack and grabbed the first dress she could reach without being seen. From the next rack, she grabbed a t-shirt. Thankfully, the store’s cashier didn’t see her grab the dress and t-shirt as the cashier herself was also looking at the strange green-colored sky and energy ripples. Moving along guiltily for having just stolen clothing, she turned left and waddled into a skinny alleyway. She inhaled deeply and exhaled the same, allowing some of the anxiety to exit her mind. She was out of sight at last and she took a moment to collect herself.

Then it was time to dress. Slipping the little white nightie up and off her frame, she stood there in that alleyway shaking like a leaf. She was now wearing nothing but her diaper and her earrings.

Oh, how incredibly vulnerable she was. And she felt it.

Ripping the tag off the t-shirt, she slipped it over her head and put it on. It was extremely tight. As a baby-t, it was tight already. But the size was extra small and this thing clung to her in a manner that made it a bit harder for her to breathe. But she was more than willing to put up with the discomfort in exchange for the coverage.

Without any hesitation, she went to the bottom of the dress, knowing it was going to fit on her very tightly too. But at least she would be wearing clothes. However, when she went to get into the dress, she found the lower hem had been sewn shut.

What kind of a cruel joke was this? Was it karma or something, getting even with her for having stolen the clothing? If that was the case, she would certainly come back and pay for the clothes. She just needed to get out of this situation first.

Her eyes welled with tears and she felt herself nearing a breakdown. Grabbing the sewn-shut lower hem of the dress, she tried to tear it apart. But her fingers were all thumbs and with each passing second, she grew more and more fussy. Putting all her strength into it, she pulled on the lower hem – desperately trying to rip it open. And she was successful in doing this. But she didn’t just rip the lower hem open. She ripped the entire dress in half.

Dropping the torn dress, she covered her face with her hands and squatted down, beginning to sob. Despite her best efforts, this situation had become too much for her to handle. With tears streaming from her eyes, she looked back out at Duval Street, wondering how long she would need to stay there until she could get back to her hotel room unnoticed. It would be hours from now.

But before she could spend any more time thinking about how long she would be trapped in that alley way, the green color of the sky lifted, the energy ripples disappeared, the sky returned to the color of blue and the sun shone down brilliantly once more.

Standing up and crinkling her way out of the alley, she looked up at the sky – wondering what had made the green color suddenly leave while still wondering what caused it to begin with.

Now back out on the street with everybody, Vanessa looked to the sky – just as everyone else was doing. Then everyone stopped looking at the sky, beginning to look at each other and hoping someone had an explanation for what had just happened. But no one found an explanation by looking at each other.

What they did find was a woman standing amongst them who was barefoot, wearing an extremely tight baby-t … and a diaper.

Everyone turned to face her, their eyes growing wide and smiles formed on more faces than Vanessa could count. But she had no reason to smile back. Instead, nervousness took her over … along with mind-numbing humiliation, a mortified sense of self-worth, an instinctive fidget all over and wobbly knees.

Then she uncontrollably wet herself with fear, the pee rushing out of her faster than her diaper could absorb it. In a few seconds, pee began to leak out from the elastic gathers at her inner thighs and trickle down her legs. Uproarious laughter became the first noise to return to Key West. Vanessa stood there and bawled her eyes out. She was devastated and then … she felt her bowels begin to rumble.

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At that moment, Vanessa awoke. She was back in her hotel room and was in mid-stream of a wetting. Taking a moment to grasp that she had just had a nightmare, she breathed a sigh of relief. Stretching her limbs, she remained flat and allowed her bladder to finish its task. But staring up at the ceiling fan, she marveled over how she had wet herself in her sleep. If she hadn’t awakened because of the nightmare, she would have wet herself completely and not known it until she woke up later – a startling progression forward.

It was one thing to spritz a little. She often did that, at the craziest of moments, like … when she sneezed … or laughed … or breathed … or farted … or got spooked. But it was a totally different matter when she just opened the flood gates fully while asleep. She hadn’t done that since she was very young.

Getting out of bed, she immediately took that tiny white nightie off and waddled over to the bathroom, laughing at herself for how wide the waddle of a fully drenched diaper could be. Taking the diaper off, she sat on the toilet to allow any tinkles out that might still have remained. And while sitting on the toilet, she reflected on the nightmare. In many ways, it was actually a dream. Just thinking about it gave her a little bit of a humiliated feeling. And she imagined what it would feel like if that dream really happened to her.

Oh, what an intense thought that was.

Wiping her front, she felt a little bit more than just a tingle from her thoughts. Reaching down between her legs, she closed her eyes and teased herself very gently as she recalled every bit of the dream. Oh, how intriguing it was, how it made her so horny. The memory of that embarrassment was more and more overwhelming, every time she thought about it. She felt pings, a bit of dizziness and a sudden rush of blood coursing throughout her body.

Walking out of the bathroom and getting right into the box Dante sent her to get another diaper, being as she was now addicted to them, Vanessa powdered herself like a donut. Flattening out the new diaper on the bed, she laid down on it – wrapping it around her center and taping it at her hips … all while thinking back to when Alvaro put her in a diaper the other day.

There was something to be said for diapering oneself. There was something completely different to be said when someone else diapered her, an experience altogether different and mind numbing.

Getting into her luggage, she took out an off-white ruffle spaghetti Strap sun dress – slipping into it. She went into the bathroom and freshened up her hair and her make-up. Looking in the mirror, she turned around and made certain the sun dress was long enough to cover what it needed to. It had an irregular ruffle bottom to it, making it playful and fun. And being made of thin cotton, it was ideal for warmer weather.

Looking out the bay sill window in the bathroom, her mind drifted back to the dream again.

If only she could experience it for real, without suffering the consequences from it … that would be a memory unforgettable.

However, she wasn’t sure if it would be forgotten tomorrow. She hadn’t put anything about humiliation in her journal last night. So the whole thing was risky. But, she knew herself. Urge and want won over. And when that happened, desire reigned supreme.

Stepping into her sandals, she smiled like a shark. Rushing into danger wasn’t uncommon for her. And without giving the consequences another thought, she walked straight to the front door, opening it and walking out. Waving to the old man by the pool, she thanked him for returning her mysteries book – then crinkled her way through the center court area, through the main entrance building and out onto Simonton Street.

Yes, she crinkled. But she was ready for adventure. And with knowledge of what to avoid, she would soon have a memory she would not forget anytime in the foreseeable future.

Walking up to Duval Street and turning right, she smiled. The weather was beautiful. The skies weren’t some mysterious green color and she was wearing clothes. Everything was going just fine.

Walking up Duval Street with a slow but deliberate stride, she was getting all the looks from the guys. Thoroughly enjoying the attention, she smiled at how they whistled at her as she walked by and then stared at her with confusion after she was past them. Perhaps they heard something when she walked past them but didn’t quite know what it was they were hearing.

And none of them were going to find out, either.

She was starting to get the hang of this, the grace and the poise of it all. She kept the eye contact with women to a minimum, having learned that if she pretends to not see them or pretends to be oblivious to the attention she was receiving, then the jealousy would pass soon enough. But if she flaunted the attention she was receiving, a hair-pulling cat fight just might be shortly coming.

She was in too good of a mood to allow anyone to upset her. And she was getting comfortable with a lot of things. But, as most people will do when getting comfortable too quickly, she didn’t pay enough attention to what might happen.

Looking to her left, she saw the clothing racks outside that store – the ones from her dream. There was the super-tight dress and the tiny baby-t, also the ones from her dream. It spooked her a bit, jarring her out of her comfortable bliss and putting her senses back on alert. She reached down to the lower hem of that tight dress and saw that it wasn’t sewn shut as it had been in her dream.

Well, that was stupid. If she controlled her dreams, then why had she made that dress sewn shut at the lower hem in her dream?

Still staring at the dress, Vanessa didn’t see the two 50-something aged ladies who were gabbing to each other and walking towards her. They both were wearing ridiculously large black sunglasses and weren’t paying attention to where they were going.

Walking right into Vanessa, the first lady spilled her drink all down the front of Vanessa’s off-white dress. And now the poor girl was covered with a red streak, starting at her cleavage and going the whole way down.

“Oh, sweethawt. I’m so sawry. Ah you oh-kay? Of cawse yuh not okay. I just spilled my drink all over yuh nice dress,” the lady said as loudly as she could with a thick New Yorker accent. “You come with me. I’m gonna buy yuh a new dress in this staw-uh.”

And with that, the lady took Vanessa by the hand and led her into the store. While being led in, Vanessa got spooked again when she saw that it was the Forever Young clothing store on Duval Street – the one she saw on the tour and then again last night when she went chasing after that man she believed had been Dante.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to buy me a new dress,” Vanessa said, trying to pull her hand out of the lady’s grip – not wanting to be in that store. “My hotel is just up the street and I can —.”

“Nahnsense. I’m gonna buy yuh a new pretty dress. Yuh a pretty guhl. Yuh should be in a pretty dress,” the lady said with insistence, talking in an even louder tone of voice than just a moment ago. “Yuh did’unt expect some careless granny to dump huh drink all over yuh. Come on, now. Let me buy yuh a new pretty dress.”

“Beatrice, maybe we cud get the dress cleaned for huh,” the second lady said to the first – with just as thick of a New Yorker accent and with just as much volume in her voice.

“Wanda, do me a fav-uh. Let me handle this. It was my fault, not yaw-uhs,” the first lady, whose name was apparently Beatrice, said in such a manner as to suggest that she was about to get into an argument with her friend – whose name was apparently Wanda. “She’s a pretty guhl. She should be in a pretty dress.”

“Ahm just sayin’ that we could get the dress cleaned for huh,” Wanda barked back. “We don’t need to buy huh a new pretty dress.”

“Wanda, look at huh. Just look at huh! She’s wearin’ my Bloody Mary all over huhself. She looks like she’s been in a caw accident. Ahm buyin’ huh a new dress. But I will also get her dress cleaned for huh if it will shut chuh up and keep yuh nose outta this,” Beatrice said to her friend, then turning to Vanessa. “Sweetie, go into that changin’ booth an’ take off that dress an’ hand it out to me. I won’t take no for an ans-uh. Go now, sweetie. Go. Go.”

Giving up on trying to convince them that they didn’t have to buy her a new dress, let alone getting a word in edgewise, Vanessa walked into the changing booth and closed the cloth curtain. Taking the dress off and handing it out to them wouldn’t be a big deal. Standing in that booth in nothing but her sandals and her diaper was what she was worried about.

“Do yuh have a wet wipe in yuh purse, Wanda?” Beatrice asked.

“What do yuh need a wet wipe for?” Wanda asked back.

“Do I look like I need a wet wipe, Wanda?” Beatrice asked.

“No. Yuh don’t look like yuh need a wet wipe, Beatrice. Yuh don’t look like yuh need one at all,” Wanda responded. “So why are yuh askin’ me if I have a wet wipe in my purse? If yuh don’t need a wet wipe, then what do you want a wet wipe for?”

“Do I need tuh tell yuh why I want a wet wipe for yuh tuh give me a wet wipe, Wanda?” Beatrice asked, Vanessa feeling mortified with embarrassment from the amount of noise and fuss these two ladies were making. “The wet wipe isn’t fuh me. It’s for huh.”

Vanessa took the dress off and handed it out through the curtain. Beatrice took the dress and handed a wet wipe in to Vanessa. The wet wipe was already taken out of its aluminum wrap.

“Sweetie, wipe yuh chest with the wet wipe. It’s wet an’ yuh mighta got some of my drink on yuh chest. So wipe yuh chest with it,” Beatrice said, Vanessa taking it and wiping her cleavage with it – then handing it back out through the changing booth curtain.

She just wanted this situation to be over as quickly as possible.

“Now, put this t-shirt on until we find yuh a nice new pretty dress tuh wear,” Beatrice said, handing a white t-shirt in to Vanessa.

Fine. She’ll put the stupid t-shirt on. Whatever ended this soon.

Vanessa slipped into the t-shirt. It was long enough to go down to the tops of her thighs, thank goodness … just enough to cover her diaper completely. Looking at herself in the mirror, her eyes grew great big-n-wide when she saw what was written on the front of the t-shirt. It was a Fantasy Fest t-shirt! She stared at her reflection in shock, her heart pounding at the coincidence.

It was just a coincidence, right? Right?

Vanessa sat on the chair in the changing booth and pulled her feet up onto the seat. Wrapping her arms around her bent legs, she rocked back and forth, waiting for the noisy ladies to get her a dress. At this point, she didn’t care what it looked like – so long as the lower hem wasn’t sewn shut. She just wanted to be out of there.

But then something very, very strange happened. The noisy ladies … stopped being noisy. They stopped making all sounds, as a matter of fact. It became eerily quiet in the store.

What was going on?

She put her feet down and leaned forward, then getting right up behind the curtain and peeking out through the side of it. Not only could she no longer hear the noisy ladies, she also didn’t see them.

Sticking her head out through the curtain, she got a full look around the store. The noisy ladies were nowhere to be seen.

“Is everything okay?” said the cashier lady from behind the checkout counter, located right next to the changing booths.

“Where did they go?” Vanessa asked, looking frantically for the noisy ladies but still seeing them nowhere in the store.

“Where did who go?” the cashier lady asked back.

“The two old ladies who talk really loudly,” Vanessa answered, shocked that the cashier lady didn’t know who Vanessa was talking about – especially since the cashier lady had a front row seat and saw the old ladies dragging her into the store just a minute ago.

“Who?” the cashier lady asked … with attitude, it seemed.

“The two old ladies who just came in here with me,” Vanessa said with as much calmness as she could muster – realizing it would be incredibly stupid to anger the cashier lady who was perhaps the only person who could help her presently. “They just dragged me in here. They were talking really loudly. They put me in this changing booth. They were looking for a dress for me.”

“You just walked in here by yourself?” the cashier lady stated with clear attitude and irritation.

“What????” Vanessa asked in disbelief.

“You just walked in here by yourself and then walked straight into that booth! There weren’t two old ladies with you!” the cashier lady responded, Vanessa walking out of the booth in the Fantasy Fest t-shirt – looking for the two old ladies and being absolutely confused beyond belief. “Do you wanna try something on or not?”

Ignoring the cashier lady, Vanessa kept looking around for the two old ladies. They had to be in the store somewhere.

“Look, I don’t know what your deal is and I don’t care to know,” the cashier lady said, walking out from behind the counter and right up to Vanessa. “If you don’t wanna try something on, then leave.”

Tears welled in Vanessa’s eyes. Her dress had been stolen. She had clearly been scammed. And the only person who could have helped her was the cashier lady whom she angered.

Lowering her head, she silently wept – walking out of the store.

Crinkle … crinkle … crinkle. With each step she took, Vanessa made noise underneath that t-shirt. Crinkle, crinkle, crinkle. And the faster she walked, the louder and quicker her crinkles sounded.

Getting back out onto the street, she kept her chin lowered and she wiped her eyes as she headed back in the direction of her hotel.

Why on Earth hadn’t she put her foot down and stopped the two noisy ladies from putting her in this position? Why would she have submitted to what they were doing to her? What was she thinking, allowing two total strangers to control her?

Lifting her chin, she began looking around for those two noisy ladies. They couldn’t have gotten far. They had to be somewhere nearby. But the more she looked, the thicker the sea of people grew. And with tears in her eyes, everything was blurry anyway.

Her diaper made so much noise that it drowned out all the other noises on Duval Street … at least in her mind it did. She waddled around aimlessly, still uncertain of what had just happened to her and why it had happened. It was too unbelievable to process.

She had just been robbed. And nothing made sense.

Then, as if the fates saw her plight and sent her rescue, Stosh the hunky volleyball guy literally appeared out of nowhere. He read her shirt and then smiled. Oh, he was such a handsome guy.

“Hi, Vanessa. Are you going to the Fantasy Fest party tonight?” he asked with a warm smile on his face.

“I hope so,” she said softly. “Will you take me there?”

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Acceptance (Forever Young 2)

Vanessa, a go-getter woman doesn’t realize the piece of herself she is missing until she makes a deal with a dark handsome man who turns out to be a fallen demon.