I woke up the next morning cold and wet. It took a little while for me to realize why until it hit me and I quickly bolted out of bed. Sure enough, under the covers was a huge wet stain.
"Shit," I muttered before zooming to close the bedroom door. Upon seeing no locks, I cursed again before spotting the rocking chair and dragging it over to block the door.
As I was pulling the covers off the bed, the door tried to jiggle open. "Shailyn, why is the door blocked?" Papa asked from the other side.
"Uh.... No reason," came my response as I looked at my mess. "I'll be out in a second."
"You expect me to believe that the door is blocked for no reason? What are you doing in there Shailyn Ransley?"
I racked my brain for an excuse to give and blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "Drugs...wait no," I facepalmed at my stupidity as the griffin forced the door open and looked at the mess I made.
"Little minx, you suck at improvising," he joked while putting the rocking chair back in it's proper spot. "Glad to see it wasn't drugs though."
"How are you acting so casual right now?" I asked in confusion as I personally was beginning to panic more and more.
"Because accidents happen? You do have a new rule though, no blocking the door."
"Accidents aren't supposed to happen! I'm an adult, I'm supposed to be able to hold my damn bladder!" I shout, getting worked up about the whole situation.
My caregiver sighed and pulled me into a hug. I tried to struggle away from it but he held on, waiting till I calmed down before speaking. "You may be an adult but you are also a little. Accidents are bound to happen and I will be here to help you through the changes."
"What happens now?" I ask nervously with tears in my eyes.
"Now we will get you in a bath and your bedding will get washed. We will then get you dressed and fed before we go shopping like we spoke about yesterday." he answered while picking me up and taking me to an upstairs bathroom that I didn't even know we had.
Papa started up the bath before helping me out of my wet clothes. I was then gently guided into the tub and some plastic boats were placed in the water.
"Wait here while I put the clothes and bedding down in the laundry room. I will be right back." He tells me before leaving with thr pj's and soaked underpants.
I hugged my knees and waited like instructed. My old life may not have been the greatest but I was starting to miss it. Everything was happening too fast for my liking. Why did the Gods and Goddesses above have to make me a little?
My thoughts didn't have to wonder for much longer before my assigned guardian came back. He gently knelt down and got started on cleaning me up. The room was silent as I wasn't in the mood to talk.
"Alright little one, let's get you out and dried up OK?"
I nodded as Papa helped me out of the tub. He dried me off with a towel before wrapping it around my body. I was lead back into my room and was instructed to lift my arms up.
A baby blue shirt with teddy bears was put over me. The shirt was cute but what I saw him pick up next made my stomach drop.
"No, I'm not wearing that," I finally speak up upon seeing the pullup in his hands.
"It's just for protection, no one will notice you're wearing it." Papa tries to reassure me.
"I said no, this is where I'm drawing the line. The accident was a one time thing, I don't need that."
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A Fairy's Guardian (UNDER EDITING)
General Fiction*UNDER EDITING, CHAPTERS MAY TEMPORARILY GO MISSING, THEY WILL BE BACK 🥰🥰* Ember Hawrhorn was always good at stealing, it was how the young fairy survived. After leaving her abusive mother at the age of 14, she had spent the last five years on th...
