The Clash of Katie’s Children

Chapter 1: The Originals

She then quickly ran inside her house and slammed the door. She took a deep breath and then sighed.

“Let’s just forget that ever happened.” Emily thought to herself as she dropped the mail and newspaper on the table and walked upstairs to get new bottoms.

“I’ve got to get going.” she thought to herself.

Emily awoke with a roaring headache. Everything was blurry and spinning. She wanted to fall back asleep but it hurt to even close her eyelids. Her surroundings came into view and the blonde began to recognize a few items. In front of her was the bed she had slept in for the last four years. To her left, there was the hamper her mother cleaned out every Wednesday. In her right hand was the shorts and panties she had soiled in front of the car full of boys just a few minutes ago. She glanced down. Her naked sex stared right back at her.

She wanted to scream but the thick wave of pain prevented her from doing anything more than a groan. Emily hoped that no one else had seen her bottomless. She’d be horrified if her father was the one that dragged her into her bedroom.

‘Wait a minute,’ she thought to herself, ‘that wouldn’t make any sense. I was alone that morning. In fact, that was years ago.’

She heard a low hum and her head began to hurt more. Innumerable pictures struck her down. She curled onto the floor, losing control of her body as her senses went crazy. She was in the car with her family, on her way to a waterpark in a thin white dress. She was in the gymnasium, desperately trying to hold back her colon. She was in the doctor’s office without a stitch of clothing on. She was on the bus, kicking her pants off as she dug into her nether regions. The room started to blur. Emily laid flat on the ground. Her limbs extended as far as possible. She was unraveling like a thread. Each cell was being flung off to the vast universe that was now her bedroom. The blonde closed her eyes. Rachel. Ashley. Kevin. She saw all of them, glaring at her. Laughs and screams trampled on what was left.

The remains of Emily waited in silence for a long time. Eons of pain and humiliation. Each decision setting up something worse further on. Determination and optimism had no place here. The remains of Emily were quiet… until she decided she didn’t want to be.

“FUCK THIS!!!” Emily yelled with all of her might. Her bellow rang throughout eternity. The room reassembled within a split-second. She was whole. The blonde stood up and tested out her new legs. Everything was right or, at least, as it was before. She was still bottomless.

Truth be told, it didn’t bother her as much, compared to the hallucination she just experienced. Her nose wrinkled as the scent of her juices rose in the air. “I need a shower,” she said. The blonde discarded the soiled shorts into the hamper. She turned to her closet, thankful it was filled with her clothes, and grabbed a new pair and her bathrobe. Now fully dressed, Emily took a deep breath and walked outside.

After what had happened, she wasn’t expecting the rest of her day to be normal. In fact, she would bet all of her possessions that she was going to run face first into something weird. However, she didn’t anticipate that her house had been replaced with a porcelain hallway and that she would be blindsided by a redhead the moment she exited her room. The two tumbled across the white floor, finally resting with the redhead on top of Emily. The blonde began feeling unnaturally warm and wet. She looked at the redhead.

The girl, who was about the same age as Emily, was peeing herself right above the blonde. The redhead screamed and launched herself off of Emily. Her hands covered the new wet spot on her pants. She said, “I am so sorry!” The blushing redhead hopped around as she dug into her crotch, begging her body to stop. A small puddle formed around her. Footsteps rang out and Emily could see another redhead approaching. She was only wearing her underwear and was charging at the two. The new arrival yelled, “Christina, you bitch! If you piss in my pants, you are so dead!”

Christina started reaching for the door to Emily’s bedroom but was quickly tackled by her twin. The blonde watched as the two girls scuffed each other up. There was hair-pulling and screaming, kicking and grabbing. Emily didn’t want either one was getting hurt so she decided to intervene. The teen pulled the two apart with all she could muster and said, “Stop! Stop! Please!”

The other redhead, now noticing the third party, asked, “Who are you?” The blonde responded, “I’m Emily. Now, who are you?” The redhead backed off from her could-be twin, blushing at her own undressed state, and said, “I’m Rachel. This pants-wetting thief is my sister, Christina.” Christina decided to stay on the floor and hold her legs tighter. Her sister continued her thoughts, “Sorry that we bumped into you. We’re kind of losing our minds right now.”

“Don’t worry. I’m in the same boat,” the blonde chuckled a little before adding, “I’m pretty sure my house doesn’t have a porcelain hallway.”

“Well, it isn’t our house either,” Rachel asked Emily, “I don’t suppose you know where we can find a bathroom because the one we came out of is a long walk from here.”

Emily scratched her head. She didn’t really know if she could trust them but she wasn’t the type of person that left people helpless. Looking at Christina, writhing on the floor, Emily could confirm that the redhead really needed help.

“I don’t know where my bathroom is, or any bathroom in this place, but I could give you two a spare set of clothes. Let me just-” Emily turned to face her bedroom door or, at least, where it would have been if it was still there. “Hmph,” she exclaimed, “Now, I’m completely lost. I should be panicking more than this.”

“What do we do now?” Christina grunted, still squeezing herself.

Rachel looked at her sister, “You might want to finish your business. Outside of my pants, of course.”

“Hey, you can’t treat me like a dog!” Her sister shouted back.

“Well, stop acting like one!” Rachel responded. Christina rose up and slapped Rachel across the face. Round two commenced.

It took time and a lot of patience but Emily finally got Christina and Rachel to stop hitting or teasing each other. She also had to sacrifice a bit of clothing. Christina tore the elastic of Rachel’s panties so Emily decided to give her bathrobe to the aggressive redhead. Meanwhile, her sister was stuck with the ruined pants. Emily resisted to plug her nose as the smell surrounded them.

“I’m just going to say this right now: our bathroom was not this far away last time I checked,” Rachel stated, breaking the silence.

Emily took her comment as an apology of sorts. The blonde replied, “It’s okay. After waltzing into a long hallway that has teleporting doors, I’m guessing that the rest of today won’t make any sense.”

“Well, you could say that admitting that ‘this situation makes no sense’ makes sense,” Christina explained.

Rachel groaned, “Please don’t play word games with us right now.”

The redhead pouted at her sister’s response. Not wanting another fight to break out, Emily tried to change the subject, “So, how did you two get here?”

Rachel slowed her pace as she recalled, “Hmm. We were getting ready for school. Dad **** Christina out of the bathroom so I could shower. Then, things went dark. I woke up and everything was normal except Chris was pounding on the door. I opened it and I saw the hallway. Then, I got dizzy.”

“Dizzy?” Emily interjected.

“Yeah,” Christina added, “we both got dizzy but it ended when I accidentally pulled Rachel’s pants down. Her scream was so high pitched! She’s like a helium balloon!” Christina laughed.

‘Oh boy, here we go.’ Emily prepared herself.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Rachel asked, waiting for her sister’s insult.

Christina smirked, “It means that, despite your curves, no guy wants to hear the wails of the Lollipop Guild while they’re doing it.”

“And no man would want a girl who would shit themselves in surprise at being tickled!” Rachel snapped back.

“YOU SWORE YOU’D NEVER TELL ANYONE!” Christina shouted.

“Honey,” Rachel paused for dramatic effect, “I told everyone.”

Round three began. Emily groaned, asking herself why she let Rachel borrow her robe. It would be shredded to pieces in the brawl. The thought occurred to the blonde to just leave the two to their own devices. However, when she took a step back, she bumped into something.

“Pardon me,” a voice said behind her.

Emily turned around to see a blonde, very similar to her. She was in her pajamas, as if she had just woken up, but was carrying an expensive and conservative swimsuit.

The new blond-haired girl continued, “I’m sorry that I bumped into you. My name is Daisy. I seem to be lost. What’s your’s?”

Emily was about to shake her hand. Then, she remembered that she had masturbated a while ago and still had not found a bathroom, explaining why her fingers were so sticky. Trying to hide this realization, the blonde smiled and said, “My name’s Emily.”

Daisy looked over Emily’s shoulder. “Are you with them?” She pointed to the wrestling redheads.

“Not exactly. I barely know them.” Emily replied, “They’re ruining my bathrobe though.”

“Should we stop them?” Daisy asked.

“Nah,” Emily told the new blonde, “this is their third fight today. I’m not going to bother stopping it. Besides, it’s kind of entertaining to watch.”

“NO, PLEASE! NOT THERE!” Rachel screamed.

The new blonde blushed at the display. Emily continued, “However, if you find it too much, we can give them some space.”

“No, no, I’m good,” Daisy responded, slightly dazed.

Emily tried not to stomp or hunch over as she led the three other girls aimlessly. Her robe was ripped, her clothes were soiled, and her culprits were silently following her like sheep. Rachel decided to try to carry on like she wasn’t basically naked. Christina had a similar approach, keeping her hands over the stains of her pants. A little while prior, Daisy tried asking the group questions like 'Why were they here?' and 'Does anyone know what is going on?' Unfortunately, none of them knew the answers so the three shrugged and carrying on without a word. Emily was beginning to scowl. She was starting to get a sense for it: when another fight would break out.

“God, we all smell,” Rachel said, breaking the silence once again.

“I know,” Emily replied bluntly.

Christina spoke up and pointed to her sister, “I would just like to say that she started it.”

Rachel grew tense, “I don’t want to hear it from you, Ms. ‘Literal Shit Show!’”

“ENOUGH!” Emily shouted, “WERE YOU TWO ALWAYS LIKE THIS? AT SCHOOL? IN FRONT OF YOUR FAMILY?!?”

It became quiet once more, save for the light tapping of their feet. Rachel place her free hand to her head and pondered.

“No,” the redhead responded much softer than before, “I don’t think we were but I feel that something inside of me has been turned up to eleven. I’m guessing it might have something to do with this endless hallway.”

‘Endless hallway.’ Emily mulled on the words. She didn’t think the hallway was endless but now it seemed that there was every reason that it could be. She was **** to the strange place, inside a replica of her bedroom, her atoms nearly unraveling seconds after she arrived. Then, she left her bedroom and the door vanishes from sight. Afterward, she met three other people experiencing the same thing, with all of their portals seeing to have disappeared. What if the doors were a one-way trip? What if there were no more doors to find? What if she was stuck here for the rest of her life?

Emily sighed, “I want to go home.”

Thud.

She hit something: a wall. A wall at the end of the hallway. Embedded into the wall was a door: an aging door with a new coat of paint. Emily was shaking with joy.

She had found the front door to her house.

The blonde opened the door and ran upstairs. She heard the three other girls chase after her but she didn’t care. She just wanted to take a shower. She locked up the bathroom and reached over to turn on the shower head. She missed. Still, without looking, she swiped at the hypothetical knob. She missed again. Finally, Emily turned to face the shower head to ensure she would turn it on this time.

Emily’s smile faded. Her relief had turned to confusion. She thought she was in her bathroom. She swore that she was but everything was off. The white tile was replaced with pink drywall and her plastic shower was now a classic tub. The towels were all torn. The lights were old and fading. ‘This is my home, right?’ She asked herself, ‘Then, why don’t I recognize my bathroom?'

Any semblance of reality was leaving the poor blonde. Emily was starting to curl up into a ball when the three girls started pounding on the bathroom door.

“Emily, are you okay?” Daisy asked.

“Please open the door,” Christina cried out, “We’re really sorry if we grossed you out when we fought a while back.”

“Em,” Rachel continued, “Just tell us you’re alright. Then, we can give you some space.” The redhead waited a few seconds before adding, “But, you might want to hurry it up. All of us could really use a shower.”

Emily released a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. The wrinkles on her face loosened up and her lips curled. She wasn’t really sure why she was smiling. It couldn’t, or really shouldn’t, be because of the three girls outside. They were pretty much strangers. In fact, who was to say they were real at all?

At that moment, Emily decided to pursue that question, “Are you real?”

Rachel responded, “Of course, we are! Did you forget that my sister ran into you and pissed all over your shorts?”

“Wait. What happened?” Daisy asked.

Emily looked her clothes. The stains were unfortunately still there. At least, it was proof of their existence. Emily looked back at the tub. There were towels to the left of her. Even though it wasn’t her shower, she could still be clean. Emily called out, “Okay. I’m going to take a quick shower but please keep talking to me. I don’t want to lose you in this mad house.”

The fan wasn’t working properly but, all in all, it was a decent bath. It was made better with the voices of the other girls piercing through the door, trying their best to keep the conversation going. Emily was happy that she no longer smelled like a portable toilet. Unfortunately, her clothes were a different case. Despite several attempts at washing them, they were still rancid. After a couple more knocks and questions from outside, the blonde decided that she had enough and would take her chances with one of the towels. Wrapping herself in the largest one, she opened the door and glanced at the three other girls.

“It’s good to know that no one disappeared,” Emily stated, albeit still embarrassed to be seen so undressed. “Who’s next?” the blonde asked.

Christina entered and Emily began thoroughly inspecting the room. Similar to the bathroom, Emily felt a deep connection to this bedroom. It was almost exactly like hers. Even the placement of the bed was the same! However, there were still a few things off. There was a full body mirror in the corner of the room instead of her hamper and the walls were covered in posters of boy bands from decades ago.

“What the hell is this?” Rachel asked, holding a strange article in her hand. It was like a sweater but there were two holes near the top: one for the neck and the other for an unknown reason.

“It’s a keyhole sweater,” Daisy responded, “They were a fad for a brief moment. That second hole displayed the cleavage of whoever was wearing it. They came in a variety of sizes since they had to conform to the measurements of the wearer.”

The two other girls looked at her, dumbfounded.

Daisy blushed, “I just really like fashion.”

Emily walked over to the closet Rachel was standing next to with the hope of finding more suitable clothes. She wasn’t that lucky. She found a pair of ruined basketball shorts that had been coated with bleach in the past, a pair of old painties with valintine hearts on them, a rubber swimsuit, torn dress shirt and fuzzy pajama bottoms. The best she could find was a faded hoodie and jeans but they both looked too small for her or for anyone in the group.

“All of this looks like trash,” Rachel continued, “But I guess I’ll take the basketball shorts.”

“Wait,” Daisy asked, “Are we really going to steal these things?”

“Why not? It’s not like they’re going to be needed later,” the redhead commented.

Emily shrugged, glad to have something other than a towel to choose from. She grab the sweater and fuzzy pajamas. As the others got dressed with the remaining clothes, Emily glanced out the window and something caught her attention. It was a rather old-fashioned English convertible, kept in decent condition yet filled to the brim with luggage. Emily leaned further out the window, entranced by the vehicle. Her mind went back to her family and everyone she knew. Curious, the others followed the blonde’s example and were soon caught in the same search. However, something clicked.

Everyone said in unison, “That’s Aunt Jill’s car!”

Emily felt her heart skip. “‘Aunt Jill?’” Emily questioned Christina.

“Yeah, she’s our great-aunt,” Rachel responded.

Daisy added, “I have an ‘Aunt Jill’ too.”

“So, we all have an ‘Aunt Jill?’” Emily asked. The others nodded. “And they all drive the same convertible?” She added. They continued to nod.

“What’s your mother’s name?” Emily asked.

“Katie.”

“Katie.”

“Katie.”

“Her maiden name?” the blonde winced at her own question, regretting the answer that might approach her.

“Irenis.”

“Irenis.”

“Irenis.”

It became silent once again. It remained silent for a long time.

Finally, Daisy softly muttered, “Oh my god, Mom got around.”