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Chapter 1

“Every aspect you try might just make you a little more addicted to it. Be careful what

you wish for little one. But don’t worry too much, it’s who you’re meant to be, it’ll make sense

in time.”

Those were the words that the old woman had said to her. It felt like something out of

90’s kids TV show or an old Goosebumps book. The naïve young main character goes into a

weird mysterious shop full of all sorts of oddities and they meet an old hag who guides them

towards some solution to their problem with unforeseen consequences.

Jessica had been struggling in her life lately. As a fun loving and very kind 19 year old,

going off to college had been something she’d always dreamed of doing, and something she’d

truly loved for a while, but things weren’t always as simple as they seemed. Her classes were

very difficult, more so than she’d ever expected them to be. She was passing, but struggling a lot

to hold onto her A’s in them, grades she would need if she ever wanted to get anywhere as a

lawyer. (Getting taken seriously as a lawyer was already difficult enough when you were a cute

petite girl who was 5’2 with a pretty high voice and someone who liked to dye their hair fun

unusual colors.) On top of that, the sorority she’d been trying to get into had denied her entry

into their group. She had a feeling from the start she wasn’t going to fit in with them. She’d

never say it aloud, Jessica wasn’t that kind of person, but most of them were very catty and

superficial. She got the feeling that most of the girls only pretended to be friends on the surface,

and saw firsthand a few of them talking behind each other’s backs. She was a bit sad to not get

into the sorority, but part of her was also kind of relieved to not have to deal with people like

that.

So instead she was in a small apartment by herself only a block from campus. She lived

alone and the apartment wasn’t too glamorous, but she didn’t care. Unlike those sorority girls,

Jessica didn’t care much about possessions. She was just happy to have a place of her own.

Despite her positive attitude towards most things, her struggles with classes, a bit of

bullying thanks to the sorority girls, and overall stress about life had culminated in the poor girl

developing a bit of a problem... bedwetting.

It didn’t always happen, but it happened enough that she became even more stressed, yet

thankful she wasn’t around any sorority girls who might have caught her having accidents. The

last time she’d had a bedwetting problem she’d been 10 years old, so it had almost been a

decade, but recent enough that she remembered how embarrassing it was to go through. Though

she did somewhat remember the protective feeling she got rather fondly. She used the fasting

shipping she could to at least order a plastic sheet to save her mattress, but that didn’t help her

embarrassment nor did it help her underwear from waking up to them soaking wet. She needed

some real solution.

*****

That’s the day she discovered the shop. It was a place that looked tiny from the outside, it

was down a long alleyway on the opposite end of town that she’d stumbled on by mistake. In

fact she’d almost missed it entirely. She’d been in town to pick up some groceries and had

almost bought a pack of adult diapers, but had panicked when she saw a few sorority girls she

recognized and hurried out of the store, soon getting lost in her hurry, and stumbling upon the

alleyway.

A little crooked sign outside the place read, ‘Madame Zola’s Emporium’. Jessica wasn’t

sure if she really wanted to go into a place like this, but when she heard more sorority girl

giggling not too far off in the distance, she couldn’t get inside fast enough. The place was as

weird as she expected, and that was saying something. There were glass jars filled with skulls

and other creepy things that she could only hope were fake.

“Excuse me, can I help you?”

The voice was so sudden and so close that Jessica almost leapt out of her skin. She turned

and saw an old woman dressed in a dark dress, a shawl, and a headscarf. The woman appeared to

be studying Jessica with her bright blue eyes that looked much younger than the rest of her.

“Oh um... I... I’m sorry...” Jessica mumbled out, nervously struggling to find her words.

“I was just kinda looking around. That’s all.”

The woman titled her head slightly, glancing at the door for a moment as if she knew

something Jessica didn’t. Her blue eyes drew back to Jessica and held her own for a moment.

After a couple of seconds, a large creaky smile formed on the woman’s wrinkled face. “I think I

know what you might need. Come child...”
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This story was written by Zander Chesney

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