The door opened again and a nurse entered the room; she was pushing a cart with two trays:
“Good morning. How are you?” her voice sounded much nicer. “Welcome to the clinic, Ashley.”
“Good morning,” Ashley tried to smile at the nurse and she managed it somehow. Her stomach was growling already.
The nurse moved to Diane first and pressed a button to lift Diane into the sitting position. She noticed the straps and loosened them a little. After that she started feeding Diane.
Ashley kept watching the scene and she felt good for an unknown reason. When the nurse returned Diane’s bed to the original position and moved to Ashley, she smiled again:
“You’re welcome,” the nurse started feeding Ahsley and the girl wasn’t sure if it was pleasant or not. It was embarrassing but, on the other hand, it reminded her of the old times when she was a little girl and didn’t worry about Alaife.
The nurse left and Ashley was alone with Diane again.
“Diane, the nurse was very nice to you.”
“Yeah, She is my favorite one. Unfortunately most of the caretakers are not that nice.”
“What happens now?”
“Basically nothing special. If you are obedient, we can spend the afternoon in the common room.”
“What if I am not?”
“Don’t be too curious, Ash. The punishments are very unpleasant.”
Meanwhile the breakfast made Ashley’s bowels move; she was used to going every morning. However she hardly could imagine going in her diaper.
“Oh no!” she started fidgeting.
“Ash, don’t try to hold it. You will be given a laxative otherwise.”
“It’s disgusting though and what about the smell?”
“Ash, I prefer your company to the smell. It was terrible to be alone here. Don’t worry; I have to go as well. It’s an everyday routine here, the nurse knows it and she will return soon.”
Diane got silent and focused on pushing the load into her diaper. Ashley watched her and shook her head. Why was Diane that content? According to her words she spent longer time at the clinic. Was it the cause of her behavior? Would Ashley become that content too?
Meanwhile Diane finished and relaxed on her bed. Ashley shrugged and pushed indeed. It was a bit difficult but the poop filled the back of her diaper and her bladder muscles failed while she was pushing.
The smell spread across the room; she hated it but Diane did the same and Ashley got amused.
“Two smelly babies,” she laughed a bit.
“Well Ash; get used to it. Now you have to face the first diaper change.”
About half an hour later the door opened and the same nurse entered the room. She felt the reek and nodded: “Well girls; you might need clean diapers now.” She pushed the call button and opened the cabinet to get two straitjackets.
Two orderlies untied Ashley first and grabbed her but she didn’t try to fight. She put her arms into the sleeves and the orderlies pulled the straps taut. Diane had to face the same treatment and both women followed the nurse. The orderlies left.
Diane and Ashley stopped in front of their cell in a long corridor. There were doors on both sides of the corridor. More men and women in straitjackets were standing there and the nurse turned to the right and stepped forward. The clients followed her slowly until she opened a door on the left side:
“The first six! Get in! We don’t have time for the whole morning.”
The first six clients walked into the room and Ashley noticed four men and two older women.
“Diane, men and women are changed in the same room?”
“Yeah; you also have to get used to it. However I still blush at that kind of change.”
“Is there another way?”
“If you are not messy, they might change you in our room.”
Ashley sighed heavily; the clients and cells probably were not separated to men and women and the queue was mixed up. There was no chance of a group of six men or women except the last group.
Diane and Ashley were in the second group along with a young man and three more women. The young man was blushing deep red.
The changing room and bathroom was a large room with six changing tables and four shower boxes. The changing tables were equipped with straps and stirrups like exam tables. Every shower box was equipped with a round turning platform and a metal pole in the middle of the platform. There was a crossbar on the top of the pole so it looked like a letter “T”. The client had to lean to the pole, their legs were locked in two shackles on the platform and their wrists were locked to the shacks on the crossbar. In this way the caretaker could access every place on the client’s body by turning the platform.
Ashley had to lie down on the table; her chest was strapped to the table and her legs were strapped to the stirrups in a spread position. To her utter shock the young man was strapped to the next table. Ashley turned her head away and blushed deep red.
“Sorry, miss but I’m as embarrassed as you are,” he whispered before the nurse yelled at them:
“SILENCE or you will be gagged!”
Ashley closed her eyes and waited patiently; she felt her diaper being removed and a warm rag cleaning her thoroughly. Despite her embarrassment she felt better when she got a clean diaper.
They were unstrapped from the tables and Ashley walked slowly out of the bathroom. She smiled at the young man and he smiled back; they weren’t blushing anymore and Ashley realized he was handsome.
While walking back towards the cells Ashley noticed a wheelchair at the end of the queue. A middle aged woman was sitting there and there was a vacant look in her eyes. A cold chill ran down Ashley’s spine.
‘Ash, should I check on that poor woman?’ Alaife’s voice surprised her.
‘Are you able to do it?’ she asked him silently in her mind.
‘Of course. I’m able to do much more.’
‘Yeah please,’ Ashley almost nodded but she stopped in time.
Before Alaife could answer, a nurse stopped Ashley: “Hey, the doctor is expecting you. Follow me!”
They passed Ashley’s cell and continued down the corridor and the nurse pushed Ashley into an examination room.
“Welcome at our clinic, Ashley. You probably have a serious issue and we do our best to cure you.” a middle aged man in doctor’s uniform grinned at Ashley. “Sit down and tell me more about your problems.”
Ashley was taken aback. She subconsciously felt the threat in his words but she wasn’t able to find the right answer. All of sudden an idea hit her:
‘Alaife, could you help me? What should I answer?’
‘Don’t worry. This man is not a doctor and he only wants to find out as much as possible. Tell him that you invented me but don’t tell him anything else. He would ask you more.’
“Doctor, I … I have invented a ghost.” Ashley tried to obey Alaife.
"Okay; you invented a ghost. When and why?”
‘You invented me when you were a little girl and felt alone’ Alaife had the reply ready.
“Doctor, it’s long ago when I was a little girl and felt lonely; I needed a friend and I invented it.”
“Well, it isn’t bad for little children to have an imaginary friend; however it is rare to keep them until the teenager age.”
“Why not? Should I abandon a friend?” this time the answer was easy.
“Well, well. Does your friend have a name?”
‘No problem. It doesn’t matter and he can’t listen to your conversation anyway.’ Alaife encouraged Ashley.
“Yeah, its name is Alaife and I imagine it’s a boy.”
“A strange name but it’s your choice after all. Let’s summarize now. You invented a ghost and named him Alaife. Is it all?”
‘Yeah, it is all. Deny any of my actions.’
“Yeah doc; it is all.”
“However your father told about some strange phenomena like moving objects.”
“What? Moving objects? How can my thoughts move objects?” Ashley shook her head.
The alleged doctor was confused; Ashley’s answers were logical and he wasn’t able to find any gap.
“Okay, we meet later. Nurse, lead her back to her cell.”