Special Drink

Looking back at the poor girl Betty quickly went to the wardrobe closet and grabbed out a frilly white nightgown. As Bella put it on, the gown draped over her feet. To remedy this, Betty took two hairpins from a dresser drawer, looped the bottom front of the gown between Bella's legs and expertly pinned the ends together. The outcome was that Bella was now wearing a makeshift onesie. When Betty patted the girl's frilly behind, that indicated for Bella to get into the bed.

"I made a little tonic to get you to sleep faster, dear." Betty offered. Bella was a bit hesitant, but accepted on the account of her stomach rumbling. Betty carefully handed the glass over to Bella, who gently grasps it. The drink smelled fruity but looked like an iced mocha. Putting her lips to the brim and letting the concoction sream into her mouth, Bella's tongue was met with a thick creamy warm liquid that tasted of chocolate covered strawberries.

"How do you feel?" Betty's voice came.

As Bella opened her eyes trying to peer through the clouds of ecstacy, the image of Betty doubled, tripled, became blurry, then all went black.