Witchy Business (CYOA - 4)

The potty and you?

"That's cute. I wonder if you even know what you just picked…" says Clara. She removes the tape from its sleeve and inserts it into the VHS dock at the bottom of the TV unit. Once the tape is finished rewinding, Clara presses play and steps away from the TV. Your immediate first thought is to close your eyes and avoid whatever they have in store for you. Unfortunately, your eyes don't appear to be listening. Every time you go to close them they immediately open back up and leave you blinking. Nothing more. Any attempt to look away is met by a firm hand on your chin from one of the security staff. You're forced to look back at the screen time and again until your eyes are glued to the screen and you're unable to remember why you wanted to look away in the first place. Which is odd considering that all that you can see on the screen is static.

From the static, a calm voice speaks to you. The feminine voice knows your name and speaks as if she's known you your whole life. You know that's impossible, but the thought of it calms you down nonetheless. Any resistance you had left is gone as you calmly settle in to watch the static and hear what the voice has to say.

The potty and you… begins the voice.

Do you know the potty?

Do you remember being potty-trained?

The words echo in your mind and only slowly start to fade out once you begin to remember your history with the toilet. You distinctly remember being able to use it. You vaguely remember being potty-trained and being praised for finally using it like a big kid. The thought fills your mind. It's all you can think about.

You can't remember. Because you never learned.

The potty is scary. It makes no sense.

You avoid it at all costs. You can't even look at it.

Can you?

No. That can't be right. Of course you were potty-trained. Right? You remember the potty. You know it's not scary...although, it is loud...and what could it possibly gain from being used? Suddenly, you realize that the voice is right. The potty doesn't make any sense. Why would you use it? And why would your parents ever want you to be trained to use it? Your thoughts race for a moment, then everything grows quiet. Those memories you just had seem so distant now. Before long, they're gone entirely. You don't even know what a potty looks like. And, as far as you know, you'd never look at one let alone use it.

That's it. There is no potty and you.

The potty is bad.

You are good.

Only naughty kids use the potty.

Do you want to be naughty?

Without thinking, you shake your head. Your bottom lip is trembling. The mere thought of being naughty makes you want to cry. How could the tape even suggest such a thing? You know better than to use the potty, don't you? Yes. You do. So much so, that you know that the moment you get the urge to go that you have to go wherever you are. Anything to avoid the potty being brought up. Anything to avoid being naughty.

As you sit and watch the video, Clara and her goons openly tease you. They've seen this exact situation before. You aren't the only poor soul they've stripped of their potty-training. They know that it won't be long now. It's only a matter of time before you helplessly…

hissssssssssss

Yes. You're peeing yourself. And...you're smiling? The crotch of your underwear grows warmer and wetter by the second. Urine is pooling in the seat of your pants and you're grinning from ear to ear. Why? Because you're not naughty. You know the way of things. You know that good kids avoid the potty at all costs. You know that good kids go in their pants.

That's it. There is no potty and you.

You are good.

The potty is bad.

Now the video is over…

...so let everyone know what you've learned.

"The potty is bad!" you loudly declare. "Good little kids go in their pants!"

Clara and the others laugh hysterically as the video comes to an end. You feel yourself slowly return to your wits. No longer are your eyes glued to the screen. You can think for yourself again. The feeling is wonderful. Even more wonderful than the sensation of willingly flooding your pants, which fades away as Clara's laughter gets louder and louder.

"That's right, little kid. Go in your pants. Show us how bad you really think the potty is!" said Clara.

"Think we'll get to see them poop their pants?" asked one of the goons.

Clara wiped a tear from her eye, still laughing to herself. "I sadly doubt it. Looks like the little super soaker has their senses again. Tell me, pee pants, what are your thoughts on the potty?"

Without hesitation you answer, "The potty is scary! I could never use it." You immediately slap your hand over your mouth for fear of what else you might say. Now that you're free of the video, you realize the gravity of the words coming out of your mouth. Regardless, you can't seem to stop. "Mmmph...no p-potty please! Potty bad!"

Clara smirks down at you with a diaper in her hand. "So, what are your thoughts on diapers then?"

You instinctively wait for a moment before responding. Nothing blurts out. You have control over that much at least and you tell Clara as much. You're not a baby. You don't wear diapers.

"So you just piss your pants? Sounds pretty babyish to me...I mean, just look at you! You're sitting in a puddle right now and you still seem to think you're a big kid. You look ridiculous. A diaper would only make sense at this point. I mean, are you just going to be making puddles all day?" Clara asks you.

As you think of a response, Clara's fellow security personnel grab you on either shoulder and hold you firm. The taller of the two motions to a door behind and to the left of the TV. "You could always try to use the potty," he says. "I mean...you are an adult, right?"

You answer almost immediately, "The potty is scary! I'm too scared to use it!" Again, you physically cover your mouth with your hands. A red blush of embarrassment creeps up onto your cheeks as you shake your head 'yes' to try and properly answer the guard.

Clara grins from ear to ear. "Right. So let's try this then," she says. "You're going to go into the bathroom and try your best to use it. If you can't, you're going to be treated like a baby. In what way, I'll leave a surprise. Or...you can admit you need diapers and ask politely for me to put you in one. Your choice. Either way, you're going in diapers. The janitorial staff have enough on their hands…"

...

Ask politely to be put in diapers.

Try to use the potty like a big kid.

Refuse and try to flee.