I woke up to being carried out of bed, just below my midsection I felt wet for some reason.

  “What’s going on?” I asked while looking at Ryn, who was carrying me.

  “You had a little accident in the nighttime, so I’m going to change you now,” Ryn replied with a baby-talk voice, “don’t cause trouble, ok?”

  There was no chance that that could’ve happened, that being the case, there was evidence regardless. I would’ve vehemently denied it if there wasn’t the evidence of wetness. Disgusting. Either way though, there was no way I’d be submitting to even more little girl treatment, I had to get out of this situation.

  “You don’t have to do that!” I blurted out, “You can put me down now!”

  Ryn looked at me with a scrunched up frown, “Well we can’t have you wetting big girl clothes all the time, now can we?”

  “It was a one time thing,” I said as quickly as I could, “I won’t do it again!”

  Ryn set me down on my feet and crouched down to look me in the eye, “You promise?”

  “I promise,” I said with conviction. I couldn’t believe this was even a situation that was happening, I never would’ve imagined it.

  “Ok,” Ryn said, “I believe you, but until you go two days without an accident, you have to stay in the playpen during the day.” Ryn motioned to the play area I’d seen before. I wasn’t sure why she called it a playpen though, since there were no visible fences.

  I was about to argue with her decision before remembering what I had decided the night previous, I was going to be on my best behavior.

  “Ok,” I said reluctantly, it would only be two days after all.

  “Great,” Ryn said before motioning the other girls in the room to come to her, “this is Kaelynn, girls.”

  The girls greeted me with a, “Hi, Kaelynn,” and a curtsy of some sort. The much smaller one of the girls almost toppled during her curtsy.

  “Kaelynn, this is Ophree, she is nine years old,” Ryn motioned to the older girl, who seemed to be upset or something, “and this is Myrie, she is four years old,” Ryn motioned to the much smaller girl. “Kaelynn is six years old and loves her daddy the most out of everyone else.”

  I blushed a little at that last comment. I mean, it wasn’t necessarily false, but it also was super embarrassing to hear out loud. Anyway, it was good to know a little about the other kids here, I hoped I would get along with them pretty well. Ophree, the one who was “older” than me, seemed like she might be tough to get along with, but I hadn’t done anything to make her upset yet, so it wouldn’t be impossible. The younger one, Myrie, on the other hand, seemed like she’d be easy to get along with, she seemed more joyful and it was never that hard to get along with a kid as long as you bent to their whims.

  After we changed into day clothes, Ryn corralled me and Myrie into the play area. She then opened a panel on the wall and began to pull a fence out, it traveled on a track around the edges of the area. Now, it was a playpen. The fence locked onto another wall and clicked into place. After that, Ryn and Ophree left the room to go work. As the door closed to the room, I found myself alone with Myrie in the playpen. She seemed very excited.

  “Uh, hi...” my tiny voice squeaked out at the practically jumping little girl.

  “Hi!” she shouted, “Can I call you ‘sissy’?”

  “N–” I couldn’t even manage to get out one syllable before I was interrupted.

  “What’s your favorite game, sissy? Mine’s ‘Princess and Maid’!”

  “Uh, I don’t really ha–”

  “Can we play ‘Princess and Maid’?” she looked at me with pleading eyes, “Pretty please?”

  I hesitated for a second, ‘bend to their every whim’, I sighed, “Ok. How does it work?”

  Myrie went on to explain the game, it was a little like ‘House’, but instead of everyone being a member of a household, one was a princess and the other was her maid. I’d bet you couldn’t guess who was the maid, that’s right it was me. I basically just did whatever she wanted me to do the whole time, brushing her hair, pretending to wash her face (we didn’t have any water other than drinking water), pretending to clean, etc.

  It was a little strange to me to play a game like this, since I didn’t remember ever even playing ‘House’ before, but it was a pretty easy concept to get a hold of. I even ended up having some fun and giggling along with Myrie before I remembered what was happening to my dad. I wondered if Myrie knew anything about the camp that I didn’t.

  I asked Myrie a few questions, but most of them were met with a, “Dunno, brush my hair,” or a, “Not sure, go dust the shelves.” In the end, all I learned was that you weren’t allowed to go work until you were six around here, so Myrie had never been to many places in the camp. I asked her if she ever went outside and she said, “Mhm, when the big scary guy talks every week.” I guessed I’d see what she meant about that soon enough.

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  Eventually, Ryn and Ophree came back to the play/bedroom and Ryn said it was time for bed. Ryn put the playpen back into the wall, she then took me by the hand and told Ophree to watch Myrie. I wasn’t sure where Ryn and I were going, but eventually she led me into a small room with a weird seat in it. The seat had a hole in the middle and I wasn’t sure exactly where it led to. The arrangement seemed somewhat familiar, but I couldn’t quite place it till Ryn told me something I would basically translate as, “Go potty.”

  I told Ryn to turn around, but she said that she needed to make sure I went. Like I was just going to pretend or something...

  We went to bed after I was finished. One more day of the playpen awaited me.

  ***

  As I woke up the next morning, I felt intense deja vu. I was again being carried out of my bed, and again I felt wet just below my midsection. This time I was even more shocked, I mean, I literally went right before bed. Something wasn’t right here.

  “Ok, Kaelynn, this is the second time,” Ryn looked at me as she carried me over to the corner, “no more big girl clothes till you stop wetting the bed, understand?”

  There was no avoiding it this time, but I was so confused how this had happened. I’d never wet the bed when I was with my dad, why would I start now? I still couldn’t argue with the events that were transpiring though, the evidence pointed towards me having wet the bed and there was no evidence supporting a different theory.

  I submitted as Ryn set me on the changing table and put a cloth diaper on me, secured with pins and all. I was so humiliated that I couldn’t say anything, my cheeks went red and I couldn’t help but start crying a little. Ryn didn’t let me wear my floral dress because she didn’t want me to soil it, she didn’t even let me dress myself. She picked out a yellow one-piece thing that kind of looked like a fuzzy swimsuit. It had no legs on it, but it didn’t hang over me, it was secured with a button around my crotch area. It had long sleeves, my little hands came out the ends of them. Lastly, she put a little white skirt on me to cover my lower body down to just past my knees. The whole ensemble screamed ‘toddler’ to anyone who saw it. I felt so ashamed.

  After that whole ordeal, the day went about the same as the day before. I didn’t put as much effort into ‘Princess and Maid’ as I was thinking about how much I missed my dad. We got through about half of the day before I couldn’t really hold my bladder much longer. I had been distracted from it because of a mix of the game and my thoughts, but it had now become intense enough to overcome both of those. Myrie called out for ‘big sissy’ to come because I needed to go, I was kind of dreading asking so I appreciated Myrie’s help there.

  Instead of Ryn, Ophree came through the door and helped me out of the pen. She grabbed my hand and started taking me through the halls as I held my bladder. We rounded a corner that I didn’t remember taking the day previous, but I wrote it off as my misremembering, I hadn’t been paying much attention. I complained to Ophree that I really needed to go, then she began to speak.

  “Hmph, stupid bedwetter,” Ophree let out her huff of disgust at me, “I’ll make sure you never get out of the playpen.”

  Things started to click in my head a bit, I wasn’t exactly sure what she meant by that, but maybe she was making me have accidents somehow?

  Ophree stopped and grinned at me demeaningly, “I won’t let you take my big sis time, bedwetter.”

  After that last line, it was pretty much confirmed to me that she had a hand in all of this, then we continued walking down the halls. For some reason, it seemed like she was jealously guarding her time with Ryn, like I was going to steal it or something. Either way, if this brat had been sabotaging me, she’d feel my revenge soon.

  Eventually, Ophree led me into a dark room and closed the door, making it pitch black.

  “Stay put, bedwetter, I’m going to get the candle and lighter,” Ophree said as I heard her footsteps proceed away from me.

  I waited for a few moments before calling out, “Hurry up, I really need to go!”

  Something furry brushed past my leg. I wasn’t really afraid of the dark, but I was afraid of rats, so I hoped beyond hope that that wasn’t a rat. A chill ran up my spine as my other leg was brushed by something furry. I let out a little yelp before calling out again, “Ophree?”

  I heard a loud whisper directly into my left ear, “Boo!” I was grabbed around my waist from behind and squeezed into my captor. This time instead of a little yelp, it was a loud one as the liquid I’d been holding in was scared out of me and into the absorbent cloth that I was wearing. My knees buckled and I fell to the ground as my captor released me. Tears started flowing from my eyes as the door opened and shed some light in.

  “Why would you do that?” I asked Ophree.

  “I told you. You’re never going to leave the playpen. Big sis is mine,” the girl practically cackled as she finished talking. Then she called out for Ryn. I doubted Ryn would take my side of the story here, but I thought I might as well try.

  Ryn rushed around to the room and looked in at me on the ground.

  “She ran off and hid in here all of the sudden. By the time I caught up and opened the door, she was like this. She must’ve gotten scared from the dark,” Ophree spouted out her somewhat well-conceived story.

  Ryn scrunched up her lip and put her hands on her hips as she looked at me, “What am I going to do with you?”

  “She’s lying! I was following her like I was supposed to and she trapped me in here with her,” I tried to tell my side as quick and understandable as I could, “then she jumped out at me to make me scared.”

  Ophree let out a shocked gasp before speaking, “How awful that you would say such a thing,” she turned to look up at Ryn with puppy dog eyes, “you know I’d never lie to you, right? On the other hand, Kaelynn has only caused trouble since she’s been here.”

  Ryn looked at Ophree and then back at me a few times before walking over to me and crouching down, “It’s bad to lie, Kaelynn, say sorry to Ophree.”

  “B–but I’m not lying! She is!” my voice cracked as I yelled out my defense.

  “Ok. If you won’t say sorry, you’re not going to be allowed to come work until you are seven,” Ryn laid out her ultimatum.

  I let go of my dignity and pride as I apologized with the most sincerity I could to my antagonizer. There was no way I could accept the punishment of nearly never being let out for almost a whole year. After Ryn was satisfied, she picked me up and began carrying me to the changing table again as I cried. Ophree suggested a pacifier and Ryn thought it was a good idea, so I ended up even more humiliated.

  This place sucked. I hated Ophree, somehow I’d get her back even worse.