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CHAPTER 7: Cream’s Solution
“Okay, Barry,” Tails said into the phone “I can get that Sonic robot from last night restored by tomorrow night. The ‘bead worm’ thing might take a little while longer. Okay. Bye.” He hung up and put the phone on the coffee table.
He stretched out and turned on the TV. Some female body wash commercial was almost over when another one started up — an advertisement that made Tails’ blood go cold:
Outside the BATHROOM. We hear liquid dribbling into the toilet, which soon stops.
Cut to inside the BATHROOM. A little human girl, about six years of age, pulls up her shorts flushes the toilet.
She walks happily out, leaving the rumbling sound behind her.
She goes to the KITCHEN door and pushes it open. The viewer can see a distinct wet patch on her butt; somebody forgot to take something off in there!
Her mother is at the counter with a few paper grocery bags. The girl tugs at the woman’s shirt from behind. The mother turns around.
She checks the seat of her daughter’s pants, sees the dampness, and gives a knowing smile.
She goes over to one of the brown paper bags and pulls out a package of COMFIES SUPERS. The camera zooms in on the pack the mother is holding…
FEMALE NARRATOR: “The new COMFIES SUPERS…”
…and pans over to the “Magic Shapes” blurb.
FEMALE NARRATOR: “…with Magic Shapes that fade when wet.”
Cut to the Bathroom. The child is on the bath mat; her mother is fastening a diaper on her.
FEMALE NARRATOR: “It’s the best way to say ‘bye-bye’ to underwear.”
She rises to her feet.
The mother drops a used baby wipe in the toilet; the girl pulls the handle. They watch the wipe swirl down.
Close up of the child’s face. She takes a deep breath through her nose and squeezes her eyes shut. After a few seconds, she exhales and relaxes. She did something she’d waited to get diapered up for. It may have been happening offscreen, but what she did was obvious.
GIRL: “Ah!”
Freeze-frame; a COMFIES SUPERS package fades up in the lower-left hand corner with text to the right: “ACCIDENTS HAPPEN. LEAKS SHOULDN’T.”
NARRATOR: “COMFIES SUPERS: Accidents happen. Leaks shouldn’t.”
FADE OUT.
Tails cringed at the ending. Right now, he did not want to be reminded of bowel evacuations. There wasn’t anything he could do though: the commercial came right out of left field and this was the first time he’d seen it.
He turned the machine off in frustration and rolled over.
“Tails?”
The boy looked over his shoulder. Cream was standing behind him in a sky-blue romper and holding a plush Ricky in her arms.
“Already home?” he asked. “How was Amy’s?”
“We had a lot of fun. Had a good time with Sonic?”
“Mm-hmm.” The boy didn’t want to talk about last night’s incident with his sister. Knowing her, she’d probably say “But I poop in the bed a lot, too! Don’t feel bad about it.” What else would he expect her to say? She was still small enough for baby diapers.
Cream just looked at her big brother. He was acting pretty pouty, like he didn’t want to do anything with her. “Tails?”
The fox sighed. “Did you go potty?” he said with his back turned “Go get Mom or Sonic.”
“I didn’t,” she answered. “What’s the matter?”
“You don’t wanna know!”
Cream grabbed onto the boy’s shoulder. “You can tell me,” she said earnestly “I won’t laugh. I promise.”
Tails looked at the little bunny and sat up. “Cream, get up here.”
She did so.
Tails looked really worried and blushed a good deal. He leaned over and whispered into her ear: “Cream… last night, when I was asleep, I… I pooped in the bed.”
Cream didn’t know what to say. He, along with Sonic and Amy, confirmed that this was something that big kids don’t regularly do. For her, pooping in her pants wasn’t something alien. “Tails, I’m sorry that happened,” she told him with a hug.
“I haven’t done it in years,” Tails said, frustrated. “Just… how?”
Cream looked down at her feet, trying to think. She looked back her brother; he was wiping a tear from his eye. He was upset with himself, more than anything.
If only she could do something about it.
BINGO!
She hopped off the sofa and ran off.
“Where are you going, Cream?” Tails asked.
She didn’t answer. She had an idea.
Cream had run out of the room; Tails followed after. The pursuit led upstairs and to Cream’s nursery.
As soon as the young fox went in her room, he found Cream pulling a fresh diaper out of a COMFIES ULTRA-DRY package leaning against her changing table. She turned around, toddled up to him, and held out the diaper.
Tails just stared at it and didn’t utter a word.
“When you go to bed tonight,” Cream told him “put this on.”
“You want me to wear one of your diapers?” Tails said, puzzled.
Cream looked at him, caring and serious, and spoke again: “Tails, I love you. You’re my big brother and I don’t want you to feel bad if poop in the bed again.”
“But, Cream…”
“Go on, Tails.” She insisted “Please take it.”
The fox relented. He held the diaper up and stared at it. It did smell nice, but that didn’t do much to bolster his confidence. Size 4, he said to himself, am I even going to fit in this?
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