Caught by a Kid

(Chapter originally by MidnightWisher at writing.com)

Makoto froze when she noticed him, a little boy, who couldn’t be any older than nine years old, sitting on the opposite side of the train car but much farther down, staring at her with an expression of abject horror, eyes wide and mouth agape. She knew just what it meant, he had seen her… Thankfully, it appeared that he was the only one that noticed. That could’ve gone a lot worse. She told herself. Part of her felt bad that she might have just robbed the boy of his innocence. She tried to shake the thought from her head, No, he probably doesn’t even know what he saw… I know I wouldn’t have before today…

Makoto shifted in her seat, trying to ease her nerves and appear natural. It didn’t work. As soon as she shifted, she finally noticed an awkward sense of fullness in her butt that seemed all the more noticeable in her new position. The added pressure from her new position seemed to push on the plug, pushing it in a little farther. Her face blushed light pink again as she immediately readjusted herself. She kept shifting and fidgeting until she found a position that seemed to minimalize the pressure on her butt. It looked anything but natural. Her back was pressed firmly against the back of the seat, while her butt hovered just above the seat as her legs held her up. She didn’t know if she could hold the position for the entire trip. For now, though, she didn’t care.

After getting herself adjusted, she tried to cast a quick glance over at the kid. Knots started forming in her stomach. She saw him tugging rapidly on a woman’s, who Makoto presumed was his mother, sleeve. The boy’s head kept rapidly turning from the woman to her. The woman herself seemed more interested in her cellphone than the child next to her. For the first time ever, Makoto was thankful for people’s addictions to their phones. Like most kids who are being ignored, the boy only grew more incessant, repeating “Mom” every time he tugged, growing louder the longer it took. Eventually, it worked. Makoto felt a bead of sweat run down the side of her face, and she couldn’t help but wonder if she should move to another part of the train car.

“What’s wrong now, Ryo?” the mother asked with a sigh, finally giving him the attention he craved.

“That lady,” his voice almost a yell, garnering attention from some of the other passengers to Makoto’s dismay, as he pointed at her, “sat on a binky, she’s sitting on a binky!” Her heart stopped. She felt everyone’s gaze turn toward her, her face going from a light pink to a cherry red, managing to spit out an embarrassed “What?” The mom cast a lazy glance between her child and the red-faced girl he pointed to and sighed.