Just Sit and Look Pretty (Chapter 10 of 16) (Patreon)

Chapter 10

There was a message on mom's iPhone.

<Dear Mrs. Lindsley. I'm sorry about your son. I showed the pictures to my sponsor. They agree with me that your daughter is an exceptional talent. We can offer her $100,000 for two weeks of filming her. They want her for a diaper campaign that will run for a year.>

<You will be paid $5000 for this afternoon's work. You can keep the outfit.>

Mom was momentarily distracted. “Wow, a hundred thousand dollars,” she mumbled.

“What?”

Mom quickly explained what happened with the photographer and agent at the studio to dad.

“Now, they are offering $100,000 for two weeks' work.”

“I won't do it!”

“You will if I tell you to!”

“I don't think this is the time and place to discuss it.”

“Yeah.”

“This isn't fair,” Johnny thought. “One day for a bike was OK, but I don't want to stay this way for two weeks.” He looked down at his little body. He was dressed only in a leotard and a tutu. His legs and feet were bare. The diaper he was wearing, he didn't want to think about. He hopped onto the chair to sit with his family in the lounge. When he sat back, his short legs were sticking straight out. If he didn't keep his legs together, anyone could see his diaper under his tutu.

Mom and dad rose to their feet when the doctor approached. “Can we see him now?”

“Just for a little while. He's asleep.”

“OK.”

“Please don't wake him up. The best thing for him is to get his rest.”

“I understand.”

Mom picked up Johnny and carried him. They followed the doctor to Gracie's room. It was on the seventh floor.

“You didn't see anything wrong on the MRI?”

“Nothing too serious. We are sure he has a slight concussion.”

“I see.”

“When we ask Johnny questions, he isn't acting like a boy his age. He says he is a little girl.”

“He does?”

“Yes, has he ever given you any indication that he wants to be a girl? Could he be jealous of his little sister?”

“I don't think so.”

Johnny was listening to the conversation with interest.

“What's your name?” the doctor asked Johnny.

“Gracie.”

“How old are you?”

“Three.”

They found Gracie in the hospital bed. She was attached to monitors and an I.V. It was obvious she was asleep. Her head was bandaged. They had to shave a section of her hair to dress the wound.

“Don't wake her.”

“We won't.”

After a short stay, they were ushered out of the hospital room.

“You can come back tomorrow at 10 AM.”

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