Writing prompt:
After an extreme evening of fun you wake
up feeling groggy and fall over. The ground greets you much quicker than usual.
You waddle over to a low-lying mirror and see that you’re a baby, but remember
everything. You parent’s voice is lilting up the stairs. What do you attempt to
tell them? How did this happen?
When you wish upon a star.
“Hey, you guys out there reading this, allow me to educate you on the
Disney song back when we were kids. You remember it. It was on a Sunday night
and we would sit around the T. V at 6 o'clock at night and watch Disney's
wonderful night at the movies. Then Pinocchio would come on and we would see the
blasted cricket jumping around here and there until his boy would screw up
somehow and there he would be sitting on the window sill singing that song of
his.” (When you wish upon a star your dream come true).
“That’s real, let me tell you. That sappy, stupid song works, I am here
to tell ya.”
“My name is Hermes
Pettus and as you can tell from my elucidation of the English language, I's
from a little city called Boston, Massachusetts and a proud Italian by decent.
Ta prove it to ya guys out there, You guys come over fore dinner and my mamma
will cook you's some meatballs and spaghetti that will melt your eyes balls out
of your skull.
OK, ok I'll start at the beginning for you's special needs out there in
our world. Sheeez. You see it was like this, a little while ago . . . Maybe
I'll start this with, about one and a half years ago "just to cove'a the
bases".
Just say'en here, you know what I mean?
“Like I was say'en, a while ago, me and my wife just had a kid and it was
a bounces'en baby boy. He had my nose and her eyes. "Angelo Rodolfo
Pettus", I named him after my pop, and promise then we had a girl the
first thing would be my wife's mothe'a's name coming out of my mouth “Orabella”.
Susana, (my wife) grew up thinking her mom's name was a normal thing. But all of us
in these United States here didn't so, little does she know it, but the name
is goin'a be Bella, like that chick in the movies whose boyfriend sparkled in
the sunlight. . . Give me a freak'en brake, was he a putz or what?
Alright, alright
I am gett'en side track here. About at the sixth month mark of my boy’s life my
wife still hadn't shown any "personal attention" if you know what I
mean. So's, I goes asked her about it and she throws a fit as though I was
look'en for it all the time here. Then she up'd and left me to goes who know
where. Her pop (Rodolfo) came ove'a and chatted with me for a while that night as we sat on the
porch in the back. He always wanted me to call him Rod but out of respect he
was my pop. While my own dad was my poppa. He was will'en to buys me a drink,
down at the bar he'd like to go too. I told him I wasn't trying anything weird
or anything with her but it’s been like this for months that she and I had any
time togeth'a. I's understand that woman after have'n the kids don't like to be
touched and I should wait until she ready an all. But pop, come on, have you
seen those melons on here now. She was hot to begin with but now she's smok’en
with fire. She just doesn't know what that does to a man, let alone to me her
husband that loves her and finds her so beautiful. Then I caught myself and
remembered that it was his little girl I was speak-en about this way and I
started to tell him I was sorry for any disrespect I had shown about his daughter.
He just started
to laugh at me and patted me on the back and said “I understood full well, bud.
Her mother was the same way.”
“No'kidden”, I says to him.
“It was a whole year before I could even hold her,” he told me. “I was
thinking it was me until a doctor I had gone to, and asked him about this. He
told me he had seen some women heal up in a few weeks though, its rear but some
women on the other hand, heal over a long period of time. The heal'en was of
the mind and not the body. So try and be understanding about this because those
women literally can't help it, or stop it even if they wanted to. So, be
patient if you can. Her mother was sitting her down right about now at the
house trying to help her understand herself and talk to her from a life of
experience. I thought my job was to come over and help you and maybe buy you a beer or two.”
“Thanks pop.” I told him “It does help to know what is going on and I’m
not in this alone.”
“Your boy looks like he's growing out of his clothes almost every day,
how is he in all of this?”
I smiled at pop and said “That of
the three of us he's the only one that is gett'en any love. I tried to make a
joke about it one night and I said to Susan “That if there is anything left
over after his was done feed'en an'all that I thought it was about time to start showing him the meaning of
sharing".
Pop whistled then snickered and said "Wow! I think you and the
couch are first names bases now".
I started to laugh and said “Yea we are. I know how to set that thing up
for the best possible sleep”. I looked up and saw a fallen star, streak across
the sky, I closed my eyes and wished a wish and then shook my head, then said
to him, “there are times I wished I was a little baby again for a while just to
get some love from someone”.
“Yea”, he said “he knew what I meant and that Susana would be staying
with them for a day or two, just to let me know. You know we had to buy a new
couch every time she became pregnant just so I had someplace to sleep
comfortably. We had always told the kids that it was my back. I guess the cats
out of the bag after tonight”.
Just then my
phone rang and it was Gemma on the other end. “Hey Gemma! hows you's doin'?”
(She was the families best friend from when I was born, she was the baby sitter
for the neighborhood and fifteen years older than me). She let me have it without
even a hello on her part.
"Herman! You numb nuts. I know men got's needs and all, but you put
your foot into this time and it’s up to your backside".
I handed it over to pop and asked him to take this for a while. As soon
as he started to speak with her he started to laugh and shake his head. I gave
up and walked in to find me some'n to do while they had there chat to
chat. Gemma was the families best look'en woman and everyone wanted to date her
from the time I was able to understand what a good look'en woman was but didn't
care about the cooties you could get from them. The neighborhood kids always
had a say'en about her. "I gotta Gemma a date with her. or I gotta Gemma a
kiss from her tonight. There was other sayings, but I won't say them here.
Pop came in after me and handed me the phone and said “Get dressed for a
night on the town with all three of them”.
“Gemma! Is coming with us?” I asked. She just . . . “
“She was just busting your, hump. He said to me. Trying to get you to
have a little fun at your expense. She's already called your friend Roger and
left a message with him to meet us where were going.
“I guess I can't ask where we’re going, right now can I?”
Looking back at my direction as he picked up his coat said to me, “It'll
be fun and you'll like it son, so lets go will ya?
He was right. We
meet at the Brown Derby. It was a dinner and bar separated by an upper level
and lower level, with an old vaudeville theater in the back that had just been
refinished. The night was filled with food and drinks but not too many, with
comedy sketches and sing-alongs running the same way they used to do it in the
1920's and 40's. Dolores was the owner and operator of the place and good
friends with pop. She set us up and had the waiters who were dressed like
penguins go out of their way to harass me the whole night. They acted like they
were in a Mary Poppins Movie set. Then one of the singers had turned the table
on all of us and started to sing to pop in this red skimpy outfit that matched
her hair, sounding for all the world as Marilyn Monroe, purposely trying to
turn on pop. In the back of the theater there were wolf calls galore. Roger had
meet us there in the dinner, fell in love with the girl in the theater and went
out of his way to find out her name from the waiters, so he could try and ask
her out on a date.
Dolores wrapped her arms around an older man and said very loudly “Marvin
I couldn't have done this without you and you belief in what I am doing, thank
you sweaty” and she kissed him on the check turned and came over to us. It was
the end of the night and she wanted to see if there was anything else she could
do for us and we thanked her for the night but said “NO” for anything else and
had to be leaving.
Pop had asked, “So, where your new boy toy was for the night scents you had
him stand in as bouncer?
She told him “Eddie was out looking into something with his brother, and
then added wasn’t there someone here at the table looking for information on
the singer"?
Roger shyly
raised his hand and told her that he was. She asked him “Would you like me to help
find out her number?”
He started to stutter (which he always did when he became nervous) and
responded “P-p-p-please”.
“The girl’s name”, she said to Roger placing her hand on his chest and
getting very close trying to look like she was interested in him. That made us
laugh out loud but he didn’t notice us because Delores had his very full
attention at the moment.
He gulped feeling her breath on his face and drinking in her eyes. She
said "Her name is Jessica" pushing a small piece of paper into his
hand, and said that it was her number and if she wants to speak with you,
you call me "here”, Understand that! I'll go get her. She's a good kid and
you be nice”. She said to him with her finger pointing him in the face. He just
looked at the phone number and shook his head. Walking away she winked at us and roger sat down with
his breath taken away.
That night took
my mind off the problems and lighten up everything. I came home after pop
dropped me off, and it was late, I am thinking it was 1:30 - 2:00 a. m. I felt
like I was 30 going onto 40 when I laid down to sleep in my own bed.
I came too in the morning and I knew things where wrong but what the
wrong was I couldn't have guessed if I tried. Standing up I felt unsure of my
movements and my head was foggy. I walked or tried to walk over to what I
thought was the bathroom. I fell down instead but the floor seemed to be closer
to me than it was the night before. I looked at my hands as I tried to push
myself up. They were child's hands all fat and pudgy. Sitting on my backside I look
at my body and found that I had a diaper on and my feet where a lot closer to
me than I wanted them to be. With my head becoming clearer and I becoming more
scared I looked around the room and saw a full length mirror on the back of the
door. I made my way of to the mirror and found myself looking at me being (I
guessed) one, one and half years old. How could that be? I asked myself.
Then I heard a
male voice calling down stairs "I check on him dear and see if he is
awake". I panicked and started to run but only found myself on the
floor again but this time I had landed on a blanket. I grabbed it and throw it
over my head and pretended to be asleep. The door opened and the man came in
and laughed and picked me up and placed me in my bed. He tried to wake me but I
remained quiet and still. He turned and as he walked out I opened my eyes and
saw a man that looked just like my poppa, only a whole lot younger. I gasped
and he turned to look at me just as I realized what was going on and shut my eyes.
How could I remember all of my adult memories and still be in this body? How
could I be this young again?
“Hmmm” he said out loud and shut the door. I heard him say "No.
Rose he's still a sleep". Rose shot through my mind and I know that it was
my own mother. Oh good Lord what has happened. Then I noticed that my diaper
was wet. . . THERE GOING TO CHANGE MY DIAPER AND CLEAN MY BUTT. Poppa's a guys
and he's going to touch my thing, and mom is . . ."MOM".
Oh Man! How could this day get any worse?
A thought
suddenly accrued to me and it froze me where I lay in my bed. “Mom breast feed
all of us until we were two years old.”
I wanted to do that with my wife last week, but . . . but this is
“Mom”!
“Oh gross, I don't want to do that.” I thought.
If I do with my memories of my wife I might become excited because I
hadn’t been with my wife for so long.
“Aahh, crap! It’s my mom for crying out loud” I said out loud but it
only came out garbled.
I am a 30 year
old man with a half inch dinky . . . and IT"S MY MOM
Eeeewwwwww ! No, no, way this is happening.
“Oh sure come up stairs” said a female voice. “I need to get him up so we
can go to the doctors anyway. I shuttered at the thought of what was about to
happened to me. I tried and tried as much as I could to want myself back to the
world I knew. I wished so hard to not be there. The door open and my very own
rather busty, young and good looking mother stood there with a young girl
by her side smiling at me, and with a sickening sweet voice she started talking
to me.
IN BABY talk. “Ooooo,
is my baby wakey, wakey now? Oh! I could just eat you up right now. Now just
lie back and let mommy see if you made ucky-wuckies”.
I started to cry at the thought I was now in the receiving end of that
speech I had heard from her over my little brother and sister growing up. Why
couldn't she just talk to her children as adult? It was the parent’s job to
raise the children up to be ADULTS, not adults with a learning disorder,
sounding like they have an I.Q. of 30. Dad hated it as well and mom had made it
a point to not change one iota for him or for me. My friends would come over
and she would start and I would leave the home from the fact that for the next
few weeks I would have to suffer the endless torture of the baby talk at
school. Oh Hermes, Baby Hermes which transformed into the later form of
"Baby Herman".
I felt the tug of
the diaper being pulled off and as I looked at the girl by mom's side I
realized that it was Gemma. A pony tail, heavy acne face, gangly, braced teeth
of fourteen/fifteen year old and late bloomer in life. She was the girl that
all of the boys including myself had the hot’s for growing up but now she was a
mess as she transfigured from child into an adult. Being a teenage sucks. For
some it’s real bad.
Poppa walked in just as my legs went up, he asked “if mamma had to wake me up when she
brought the new baby sitter up here?
She told him “No, that I had already had my eyes open when they came in”.
The diaper was pulled off and a strong hand with a wipe that was kept in the
deepest of freezer's was applied to my backside. The sudden shock of the flash
freeze on my skin . . . on my personals shut the tears off in an instant. I
couldn't breathe, I couldn't get my lungs to work so I could take a breath.
Poppa saw what was happening and took hold of me and blew into my mouth a few
times just in front of my face and started my breathing again. Mom was taken aback
by his sudden authority and shooed him out with a scolding, leaving me with
Gemma powering my slowly warming butt and placing another diaper on me, then
holding me. Whatever she had on for her face was stinging my eyes and I tried
to push away from her.
Mamma came back over and said “that’s alright snuggle bum, its O Kaaaa
she's your new baby sitter and she’ll take care of you when mommy needs help
sometimes”. Looking at gemma she smiled and said “You know what, I bet he's
hungry so she had to feed me. Then it was be time for the doctor appointment
for my circumcision.
My WHAT!
She told Gemma that they made a decision not to at first, but now that they did
some research, they are going to make it right for me. I started to cry again
at the thought then MOM opened her blouse and let them puppies fly.
NO, no, no! Not this way, not now, not ever. Aughhhhg.
She look at me
and started to speak with me comforting words. “Oh! sweet-ums, don't you cry my
little man, don’t you worry about a thing”. She accented with poking my face
with her finger with each word until she came to my nose. “I'm gonna give you a drinky-winky and then
maybe I'll go tinkle myself. That's right my little wiggly worm, my. .
Make it stop,
make it stop. It was a night mare beyond all comprehension. Why in God's name
did I make that wish?
When you wish
upon a star
Makes no
difference who you are
Anything your
heart desires
Will come to
you.
When a star is
born
They possess a
gift or two.
One of them is
this
They have the
power to make a wish come true.
Like a bolt
out of the blue
Fate steps in
and sees you through.
When you wish
upon a star
Your dreams
come true.
Lyrics found
http://www.elyrics.net/read/d/disney-lyrics/when-you-wish-upon-a-star-lyrics.html">here
Three very
long weeks later after having my personage violated, washed five time a day.
Feed every stinking hour on the hour by baby talking, bosom bouncing happy go
lucky “Mom” telling dad to go take a hike until it was later. I woke up to my
own world and to my own bed. At first I didn’t know what was going on and I
felt wrong somehow when I moved around. When I was a baby I tried to make my
hands go where I wanted and pick up things but only succeeded in over reaching
or under reaching for things. This time as I tried to move my hands I smashed
them in my face and they felt big. Now that I slapped myself awake I turned
over to my empty bed, but it was “MY BED” Good God, almighty! He had me come
back to my own world. It took me a few minutes to remember how to make my own
body work then about ten more to try and not wet myself (ie) my own diaper so
it could be changed for me. Thank you God for a bathroom nearby.
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