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“Is it the same recurrent dream?”
“No.”
He looked thoughtful. “How violent was her nightmare would you say?” he asked me.
“Not bad, she just whined and babbled on about something I couldn’t understand.”
“In that case, don’t wake her. Offer her your comfort but don’t actively wake her up. If, however, you see her throwing herself violently around, then wake her.”
“All right. I got it.”
“Good – nightmares are a normal way to process things from our lives, it’s not necessarily a bad thing, but if you remember anything about your nightmares, Cia, then please write it down and bring it to me. It might be helpful for us to find out what traumas you have from your past.”
We got up and went to the cabin, where a new pile of clothes had been placed on the bed.
I gently sat Cia down on the bed. She moved away and curled into a ball, closing me out.
“Do you need a minute?” I asked.
She didn’t answer, so I got on the bed next to her and picked up my book and started reading. I could be patient.
Half an hour later Cia sat up and picked up the new clothes on the bed. It was all pink and girlish and made her wrinkle her nose up.
“Jeez,” she muttered. “Did they run out of black and yellow?”
I was in awe of her. I think honestly if it had been me, I would have been hiking through the woods by now… on my way back to Seattle. I had witnessed her rage and seen her revulsion with this program and yet, only half an hour later, she was trying to make a joke.
“At least in this role-playing universe, no one will mistake you for a boy with that outfit,” I said in an attempt to keep the irony going.
“I’m going to look like walking candy floss,” she said.
“Then don’t be mad if I lick you,” I answered quickly and saw her eyes widen.
“No, I didn’t mean it like that… it was just a joke.”
She didn’t get angry but just shrugged. “Yeah, this whole thing is a cruel joke. Good thing I have a sense of humor or I would go crazy, real quick.”
“You and me both,” I agreed.
“Really… you think you’re having it tough?” she asked.
“No, but… I don’t know, I mean, it’s not easy for me either,” I babbled.
“How do you think you would feel about me undressing you and bathing you and putting you in a diaper?”
I looked into her green eyes and found them much more attractive without all the black make-up. She had long lashes, and when the time was right, I would tell her that her chance of getting a boyfriend was much bigger without all the depressive blackness. I didn’t know how she would react if I told her she was pretty, because she didn’t seem to appreciate that kind of attention, but uncle or not, I’m still a guy and I can tell when a girl has natural beauty, and I think she should know.
“I would hate it if our roles were reversed, and the thought of you bathing me makes the hair on my arms stand up.”
A ghost of sadness flew over her face.
“For all it’s worth though, I think it’s much worse for you to get the diaper on, than it is for me to do it,” I said.
Her eyes were blazing. “Of course it is. So I have a suggestion.”
“What?” I asked.
“Why don’t you let me put you in a diaper… you know, just for the balance of things.”
