CASSY - THE NEXT DAY

BY TURNER2CORNERS

[ part 2 ]

Cassy awoke. Her mother had entered the room and was watching her. She tried to call out but the mask stopped her from speaking.

“And how are you this morning Cassidy? I think you’d be warm enough. I followed the doctor’s instructions and turned up the heating in your room. Now after we get you up and showered we’re going shopping!”

Cassy was happy to hear that, she like to go shopping. She struggled to rise but the suit held her in place. Her mother smiled at her and pulled her daughter’s legs around to the side of the bed. When she pulled her daughter far enough forward her centre of gravity made her body fall towards the ground.

Cassy’s feet hit the floor and her mother steadied Cassy so that she remained on her feet. Her mother then started to undo Cassy’s mask. Cassy felt it peeling off like a second skin revealing her sweat encrusted face.

“Oh mummy! I’m so hot and tired. I couldn’t get any sleep at all!” Cassy complained.

“Now don’t be such a cry baby! The doctors did say that you’d have problems when we started this. But you’ll soon get used to it. And you were asleep when I came into your room, I watched your eyes. You were sleeping until I woke you up. So don’t tell me lies.”

Her mother had started to unbuckle the upper part of the costume. As it was loosened Cassy drew in a deep breath. “Oh thank you mummy, that feels much better!”

“Now hush Cassidy. You know that you have to be tightly held so that you lose more weight if the rubber is close to your skin. It has to make you sweat out the fat.” Her mother gave a small sniff as she pulled the fabric away from the girl, watching as her daughters’ skin seemed to cling to the rubberised fabric as if unwilling to part from it. “Well it smells as if you’re going to need that shower!” was the only comment.

“Mum it’s hurting me, don’t pull it like that!” Cassy was complaining again.

“Well of course it’s hurting you; your skin is stuck to the inside. We must remember to use more talcum powder next time!” Her mother scolded. “Now hands forward!” She instructed as she started to pull the top away from her daughter.

“Oww! Mum it’s sticking to me!” Cassy cried out. And indeed the arm did seem to be stuck. But her mother pulled hard and the fabric gave up it hold on her. She looked at her arm and found that there was a red mark where the rubber was.

“It looks like I’ll have to put more talcum powder on next time.” Was all her mother told her. “Now lets go into the bathroom and we’ll sort out that bag of yours.” Which was very mortifying for Cassy as she’d forgotten about it.

She started to follow her mother but found that the only way she could walk was to rock from side to side and move each leg forward. Her mother looked back and smiled at the sight. Then she went back to Cassy and picked her up.

“I think we need something different.” Was the only comment made!

Once in the bathroom Cassy’s mother placed her by the toilet and pulled the tube from the bag. Making sure that the tube was pointed at the toilet bowl. She examined the yellow liquid causing Cassy to go red with embarrassment.

“That’s quite a lot. I think we’d better cut down on your drink before bedtime.” She said before emptying the contents into the toilet. She then turned her attention to the catheter tube. Bending it over to stop any spillage she clipped it tight.

“Now let’s get those bottoms off from you.” She said as she started to peel the heavy rubber material down the girls’ legs. “Oh you do smell don’t you, all that nasty sweat pulling that fat from you. Now just one more thing before you can have a shower, bend over.”

Cassy had forgotten about the plug in her bum and now her mother was pulling at the plastic bung and again pulling Cassy over to the toilet. “You’ve got to open you bowels for me Cassandra, push down as if you’re going to poo-poo.” Cassy hated her mother using childish names, but she followed the instructions and pushed down.

Then it was out of her, along with the pent up night of shit that had accumulated inside her. “That’s it Cassandra, get rid of that stuff and then I’ll clean this ready for our trip.”

This caused Cassy to pause for a moment; she was going to be wearing that during the day? But then her bowels made her push again until she felt empty. Her mother was already washing the plastic plug and was waiting for her to finish. She watched her daughter wipe herself.

“Now into the shower. I’ve already set it to the proper temperature for you and you will stay in there washing yourself until I tell you to come out.” Her mother said sternly. Cassy had never seen her mother like this. She was beginning to be scared of this new person.

As she entered the shower she pulled back from the spray. “It’s too cold mummy!” She said.

“Nonsense Cassandra! That’s the temperature that the doctors have instructed to be used! Now get under that water and start washing yourself. Or do you want me to do it?” Her mother held up a scrubbing brush.

“No mummy I’ll do it!” Cassy quickly said and positioned herself under the lukewarm flow. she grabbed the soap and started to wash herself under the gaze of her mother. “Make sure you wash everywhere!” Her mother instructed her, “As you’re going to get some new clothes and you’ll need measuring!” Cassy listened to this in silence as she concentrated in getting the soap all over herself. It was slightly embarrassing to have her mother watching her, she’d been washing herself since she was seven!

At one point her mother told her to stop and to turn around. This meant that her back was to her mother. “Bend over Cassy.” ‘Yes of course now that I’m doing what she wants I’m Cassy again!’ her daughter thought to herself as she followed her mother’s instructions.

“Just have to make sure this is all nice and clean.” her mother said as she started to poke at Cassy’s behind, causing discomfort to her daughter. “Yes, not bad. Now while it’s still soapy . . .” Cassy felt something large being pressing against her sphincter.

“Oh no, mum. Not again!” Cassy cried as her mother inserted the butt-plug seating it snugly into her daughter.

“Now Cassandra, don’t keep on making a fuss.” Her mother told her. “You’ve got to get used to having that inside you. Soon we’ll be able to take a larger one. Won’t that be nice?” She asked.

Cassy was appalled. She never thought of having anything large in . . . well, in there before. And her mother was talking as if it was normal! She finished her shower and waddled out of the glass enclosed area.

“Stand up straight Cassandra; you’ll have to improve your deportment.” Her mother scolded her as she started to vigoursly rub her daughter down with the towel. “There now squeaky clean! Downstairs for breakfast.” Cassy was told as her mother pushed her out of the bathroom.

“But mum, I’m not dressed!” Cassy complained.

“So? There’s only the two of us isn’t there?” Her mother countered. This was true, ever since her father left home when Cassy was very young it had only been her mother and her. She didn’t know why he left but mummy said it was all for the best.

When she sat down on the chair she pushed the plug deeper inside her and so she fidgeted to try to get comfortable. “Sit up straight Cassandra.” Her mother told her as she place a bowl of muesli in front of her.

“But mummy I want Sugar Smacks!” Cassy complained.

“That’s the type of food that got you into your condition young lady. Now muesli is good for you, and you have to eat it all up!” Cassy made a face but started to eat the food, although she though sawdust would have tasted better.

Cassy’s mother smiled as her daughter ate the food, the diuretic in the milk would ensure that her bowels would get exercised, as well as her daughter needing the toilet most of the time they were out.

Once Cassy had eaten all her breakfast, under the watchful eye of her mother, she was taken back upstairs.

“Now Cassy until we get your new clothes we’re going to improvise.” Cassy looked at the bed where there was a pair of plastic pant and some cling film on a roll.

“Mummy, you can’t mean that . . .” Cassy couldn’t finish the sentence.

“Oh yes Cassy, you’re going to be wearing these under your clothes, we have to keep you nice and warm, just burning up that fat of yours.” Cassy stood in shock as her mother started pulling the plastic pant up her legs and then starting to wrap the cling film around her daughter’s legs.

“Now I’ve been told that this has to be nice and tight so that it keeps a seal on your body heat.” her mother was telling her as she pulled the plastic over Cassy’s flesh. Once the legs were done she started on her daughter’s torso getting the plastic film to tighten on Cassy’s body.

Once the torso was covered and also the arms Cassy had to dress. She had problems bending her legs to put her trousers on - she couldn’t wear a dress as her legs had to be covered up. A blouse was all she wore on her top. But even so she was boiling hot, the plastic was holding in the heat of her body.

“Oh mummy it’s too hot like this!” She said but all her mother did was to hand her a glass of water to drink before she dragged Cassy out of the house and into the car.

Cassy normally liked travelling in a car but this time she was too busy squirming around. She felt the heat of the sun through the window. She couldn’t sit properly with ‘that thing’ in her backside. She wasn’t enjoying anything! And all her mother could do was take occasional looks at her and got ‘tut-tut’

Cassy didn’t notice where they were when her mother stopped the car but as she looked around she noticed that they were in a private drive of a house. She looked at her mother.

“Why are we here mummy? I thought we were going shopping for clothes.” She said

“Yes that’s right! Special clothes for you.” Her mother told her as she took Cassy to the door of the house. She rang the bell and a girl of about 13 answered the door, she was wearing what Cassy knew was called a French Maid’s outfit. But it was very tight on the poor girl. The bodice was so tight that Cassy could make out the swelling of the girl’s titties! But the fabric was not the satin or cotton that Cassy would have expected the bodice to be made of but plastic which seemed to be moulded to the girl’s exact measurements!

“Qui Madame?” The girl said with a curtsy.

“I am expected. I’ve brought my daughter Cassandra for her first fitting.” Cassy’s mother said.

“Oh! Mai qui Madame, Mademoiselle is awaiting you in the Salle de Manger.” And she opened the door wide to admit Cassy and her mother.

When the girl had closed the door Cassy could see that the white petticoats under the skirt were coloured rubber, but the flash of yellow beneath showed that the girl was also wearing rubber panties. ‘What type of clothes did they have here?’ She wondered.

They were shown into a large room. The table in it showed that it was a dining room but around the room were child sized manikins wearing different clothes. One, a perfect imitation of a girl Cassy’s age, was wearing a tee-shirt and panties that were so tight they were almost like a second skin on the manikin. Another one, in the form of a boy, was encased in a full costume that covered its body.

“Camellia! How nice to see you again? And is this little Cassandra? My! It’s been simply years since I saw her. But, yes you’re right she does need attention. Well don’t worry I’ve got everything here. I’ll just need to take some measurements. Undress please Cassandra” Cassy hadn’t noticed the woman until she started speaking. Cassy bit her lower lip and looked at her mother who was already undoing her blouse.

“I’m sorry Millicent, but I didn’t have any proper underwear for her and so I had to . . .” Cassy’s mother was saying but the woman, Millicent, was already nodding.

“You improvised! Yes a good choice for the short term travel.” Millicent was looking at the cling-film on Cassy’s body and the plastic pants that she was wearing. “I think a full-over body stocking is what is needed! What have you allowed for bodily functions?”

Cassy didn’t know what was meant but then her mother started to explain about her sleeping arrangements the previous night which made Cassy blush that her mother would discuss such things with another person.

While the two women were talking Cassy’s mother was also removing the cling-film from Cassy’s body until the girl was completely denuded in front of this stranger. She moved her hand in front of her ‘private place’ but her mother slapped it away.

“Remember your deportment young lady. Stand up straight! Arms at your side!” Cassy’s mother told her.

Millicent nodded “Quite correct! They do need watching at all times. Which reminds me! Rachael! Michael! 5 minutes break but no speaking!” and the two manikins stretched their arms and got down from their pedestals. Cassy was amazed! She’d thought that they were not real when they were standing there. Then she saw their faces. Or rather the masks they were wearing. Each mask was a caricature of a child’s smiling face.

Millicent noticed Cassy’s looking at the two. “Yes that’s how trained children should behave. But Rachael and Michael have been with me for 3 years so far. It’s going to be a wrench when I have to let them go, but it’s the fun of training all over again.” She looked at Cassy’s body again. “Well now we’ll have to measure you for your first costume.” she looked at Cassy’s mother. “You know with a child of this age you’ll have to keep an eye on her size. She’ll need larger clothes in a few month’s time until she’s at least fourteen.”

Cassy’s eyes went large ‘fourteen!’ that was years and years away, she’d never be able to sleep at night if last night was anything to go by!!

“Oh yes, I know. but that’s the problem with children nowadays!” Her mother was saying.

Millicent laughed. “Oh my dear! It’s always been the same problem with children!” At which Cassy’s mother also laughed.

Hi there, I must apologise for the delay in getting this out. I was planning on having Cassy go out shopping in a Mall for the clothes but thought that this would be easier. I will expand on this but hope to get back to Margaret first, sorry rubbergirl. Turner.